Communications

>> We should talk
>> There's something I need to talk to you about
>> I have something I want to tell you.

>> I was just thinking...
>> You'll need furniture for your new place.
>> Want a ride to IKEA?

>> Everyone keeps talking about these crazy dreams, and I haven't had a single one.
>> Have you had any? Do you recognize people here from them?
>> Whole thing is driving me nuts.

>> So I have the guest list. Nothing huge.
>> And I think I found a dress, but I want your opinion on it, okay?
>> You know, now that I'm not dying.

>> Sorry to bother you
>> but i don't have many friends here.
>> how do western girls eliminate stupid fancies
>> which will never be realized?
>> my superior at hospital is nice & very handsome.
>> but he is far elder & has a young child.

>> I made an appointment.
>> With a shrink.
>> I'm trying, okay?

( Text to Oliver Queen )

( Text to Zevran )

Mass Text:

>> I'm trying to reach un homme named Scott.
>> Wears sunglasses a lot. He knows my girl, Candy Quackenbush.
>> Affiliated with some ranch place, does non-profit work.
>> I ain't heard from him since before the blue flu.
>> Not sure if he even still with us.
>> If you know him, ask him to contact Remy LeBeau?

A mysterious black box is left on Crowley's desk. Inside is a silk tie in a blood red color– tied distinctly and deliberately into a noose.

There's a note underneath, written on heavy, expensive stationary with a fine pen:

Mr. Crowley–

Thank you for your well wishes. Take this as a token of my appreciation.

– A.S.

>> Guys.
>> I had the weirdest dream.
>> I was in school in Paris in the 18somethings
>> And I kept Marius from getting kicked out of class for being absent
>> But since I answered for him, I couldn't get away with answering for me, too
>> So I got kicked out of class instead
>> And then later I met Marius -- I knew it was him 'cause his name was in big letters on his bag
>> And I was like, 'Dude, I saved your ass :D'
>> And then Courfeyrac invited him home 'cause I didn't have my own place.

>>Alright, so we're totally dating.
>>Well going on a date.
>>I mean since I assume you're still cool with it.
>>Anyway, set up a place at 7 tomorrow night.
>>I'll pick you up... if I can steal my dad's car.

>> What sort of coffee does your father like?

>> This is important, I promise.

>> I had a dream that had you in it.
>> Only you weren't exactly you.
>> And you were in it in two very different settings.

>> I had another one of those dreams.
>> And I was Snow White again in parts of this one.
>> And Graham was in them.
>> He was the sheriff of Storybrooke.
>> And the Huntsman in the fairy tale part.

>> He's downstairs talking to my father...
>> Right now.
>> And all I can do is listen in from up here...

>>Are you gonna be home soon?
>>Something came up so it'd be great if you could do that.

>> I know we haven't offically started working together yet
>> But I need your help.

My dear Miss Smith,

I was wondering if there had been any progress in your search for positions in a theatre for me. I won't be picky and hold out for management, I assure you, but I would rather like something above janitor, if at all possible.

Humbly yours, as always,
E.G.