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Private Email to Professor Xavier

From: Blaire, Alison
To: Xavier, Charles
Subject: Xmas, and other stuff...

Evening Charles,

Thank you, again, for everything you've done. I don't know if the... enormity of signing those papers has quite gotten through to Miles yet, who seems simply content to stick to me like glue for the most part, but... yeah. Thanks.

Right. Jamie's been working on an original composition, and I think it'd be worthy of showing soon - in fact, soon enough for a semi-formal for the students, sort of like a Christmas ball? It'd have to take place off the school grounds, but I already spoke to Georgie and since we've had an event there before, he's already aware of the specific security measures we need and all... what say you?

Also, has anyone spoken to Alex at all since the incident? In a professional measure, not personal.

Thanks,
Alison

Private Email to Alex Summers

From: Blaire, Alison
To: Summers, Alex
Subject: Talk to me?

Hey Alex,

Things have been a bit swamped since I got here, but I'd like to talk to you when possible. We're all worried sick about Lorna, yes - but I can safely say for my part that I'm worried about you too. I've - sort of been where you are now. If you need to talk, anything at all... just let me know, okay?

Alison

Private Email to Lorna Dane
Email found by Lorna when she recovers, and goes through the backlog.

From: Blaire, Alison
To: Dane, Lorna
Sent: Sunday, December 21, 2003
Subject: ...

On my god, roomie. I'm a mother. Not in the having given birth and all way but - in every way that matters, I am. I sing him lullabies to put him to sleep, I worry when he's out of my sight, I try and answer every single question he has, and heaven knows he has so many. His smile lights up my day, and I know the sound of his footsteps from any other of the kids here. There's so much he's never had, so many things we all take for granted that to him are still considered unattainable, not rightly his, something he shouldn't even think of touching...

I want to give him the world, Lorna. Every chance he should have had before, every happy day that was never his, hugs that have no other reason than just being wanted, ride in the park and bedtime stories and silly stuffed animals (well, Marie-Ange beat me on that one, but that's all right).

Wake up soon, roomie, please. My little boy wants to meet you.

Love,
Alison