~Elisa

"I thought you weren't serious!!!"

"Well, I was." I sigh. "Sorry." 

"Lisa, this is crazy!!! You don't even know if she's still alive!!!" And if she hasn't contacted your all these years, well, maybe she doesn't care!" 

"Look Tim, I know you're upset, and I'm kinda upset, and I'm also kinda crazy, but I need to do this! I can't just keep on living like this. I know you've tried your best, but I have to find out what happened." 

"Oh, and you didn't think of this earlier!" He snapped.

"Um, I kinda did, I was just... working up the courage to do it." I admitted. He growled in frustration. "Tim, I'm sorry. I didn't want to do this because I knew you'd be mad. And you are. I promise Scrap will keep us connected if you want." Scrap is the metal owl I made a while back. 

"Yeah. And I'll know if you're dead if he never returns." He smiles the tiniest bit. I shrug.

"He's programmed to return to you if something happens to me." 

"Great, I get a token of your death. This is wonderful." Ah, back to the sarcastic Tim again. 

"You're smiling," I point out. 

"No I'm not!" But he is. And we both know it. 

"Well..." I trail of, unsure of what to say. He sighs.

"You should probably pack." He says quietly. "You've got a long journey if you don't know where this Resistance group is." 

"You're actually agreeing?" 

"Of course Lisa. If you're really doing this, which I'm assuming you are, then the least I can do is help. And write back."