"I miss the red light district. I was never more inspired than when I strolled through the streets and people-watched... it was truly lovely."
"Every time I think about what you write about and what you spend your free time looking at, I feel slightly concerned when I visualize you participating in these activities."
"Why is that?"
Thea opened and closed her mouth like a fish as she stared at her very diminutive sister.
"…No reason. I'm sure I'm just being unnecessarily sensitive."
She wasn't, but Abaddon was too busy concentrating to back up her concerns.
"Dad, this isn't working…" Mira winged. "It seems like the more tears we patch up, the more seem to show up."
Abaddon frowned, having already noticed the issue. His options, however, were limited at present. He still wasn't feeling any better, and this was beginning to take longer than he thought it would.
"...Maybe we should just forget about the whole thing." Mira suddenly said.
