[He's been gone for more than a day. He hasn't come back to the apartment, not even to sleep. She knows he was going to Gotham, but he hadn't said he'd be gone for as long as he has been. And she hasn't heard from him at all. Not even a message to see how she's doing - to apologize for getting caught up in something. Plus, she's seeing some stuff on the journals that just doesn't look right.
You've got me worried. I [...] think I'm going to come over. I know I said I wasn't ready for different doors, but [...] I have to. I hope I'll see you soon. If I totally mess this up, [...] I'm sorry.
[She thinks about sending messages to Selina and Destiny, but in the end she doesn't. The post only stays for about 15 minutes, long enough for her to get out of the Marvel door and through the hotel. She hesitates for a rather long time before finally putting her hand on the DC doorknob and pushing in. As that happens, any messages to "Muerte" or "Death" simply fizzle for the time being. Ink sinks into the page and disappears, digital formats glitch out.]