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After a few days planning in New York last month, Betsy has finally received some much awaited news.



Elisabeth returned to her quarters after a hurried dinner with Alison and Emma.

She had spent most of the day talking to Ororo, while trying to block the dark thoughts emanating from the woman. And while she wanted to help in some way, the shards of repressed memories were still too fresh to dredge up. So, they shared some pleasant conversation while catching up on each other’s lives. It would seem that Ororo had seen her fare share of horrors while away, but was trying to get herself back into the groove of the school.

Yet, she had forgotten part of the reason she had went to find Ororo and Alison in the first place. The message of a document arriving for her earlier that day had made her feel ill at ease. Yet, Alison hadn’t brought the document with her while she tended the garden, she had left it in her quarters to keep safe. And after taking her leave of her two friends, Alison has said she would bring the envelope to dinner tonight.

It wasn't until Alison handed the files to Betsy while Emma ordered that she felt her stomach plummet again. She had to feign nonchalance at the legal document burning in her grasp, as to keep the others, especially Emma, from knowing her plans. Though at the time, she wanted nothing more than to leave their company and return to the Manor to listen to the files.

All throughout dinner, her concerns were focused on the thick manilla envelope. He had said after she visited him in New York last month that he would send the corrections to her. But to have it physically here in her sweat-soaked hands made her sick to her stomach. And losing her appetite for sushi, altogether, was something even her companions noticed.

After something of an eternity, Betsy finally returned to the Manor and with a hasty goodbye to both a bewildered Emma and Alison. She reached her quarters in record time and she was inside within moments. Bracing herself against the back of the door, and taking quickened breaths to calm herself, Betsy twisted the lock to ensure her privacy. She wanted to avoid all forms of distraction and prayed for a silent night as she moved to her desk where her laptop laid.

She pulled out her seat and opened the envelope with blind, hasty movements. And as she freed the contents of the envelope, a thick pad of papers fell into her lap, accompanied by a loose paper (probably a letter) and the light thud of a transcribed disk. She placed the papers on her desk and inserted the disk within her laptop's hard drive. The computer acknowledged the disk and began scanning the contents. "Processing File."

It took seconds, which seemed to drag and Betsy leaned back into her chair to calm her nerves. She had expected this and realized it was only a manner of time now. The laptop beeped to indicate its' completion of task. Betsy was calm as she made her command to the voice recognition matrix, "Play file."

The voice of her lawyer, David Stanley, filled the room. "Here it is, Betsy, as we agreed, though I don't know why you were so insistent in getting this so soon. I've known you and your family for fifteen years and I see no reason to have a...."

Betsy's voice cut in, irritably. "Play main file."

The computer stopped playing Stanley's letter and took a second before its' monotone voice began its' transcription. "The Last Will and Testament of Elisabeth Braddock."