[She's...not sure what to write really. It's already been a couple months here since she saw Grandma and Den. And then there's the other Ed...the other Al...
While the ones here are so much the same, those two are still back in Central, preparing for that Promised Day. Or, well, back there, in the case of Ed.
It's so odd to think about someone who was here just a few weeks ago as long gone when another him turned up not long after. But things were...different. They're so the same and yet so different.
She gazes off over the small beachfront to some other world's stars in the sky and sighs.
After a while of listening to the artificial wind and lapping of waves, she writes a three words on the slip of paper.]