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She stared at the computer screen, dark eyes set on computer screen, her hand hovering over the keyboard. Betsy scanned the lines again, thinking on how to continue, struggling for the right words. She shook her head. No, it was best if she did this in person. And with that decision, Betsy resolutely hit the delete button and started another email.

A few minutes later, Betsy heard the private jet engines roar to life. Feeling the pressure as she felt the plane takeoff, letting her eyes look pass the jet's glasspane window to the dark blue horizon closing in. In her mind's eye, she saw the fast approaching landscape of the New York skyline at night just as the jet roared again, settling into its' current flight altitude over the Atlantic. She closed her eyes, exhaling loudly. She'd be back soon and would deal with what awaited her when she got there.

Deleted Emails to Alison, Scott, Hank, and Madelyn:

I know that I promised to keep you all updated on what has been going on with me, but certain unavoidable circumstances have kept me out of sorts. Not to be overtly vague or trying anyone's patience with double talk, I will admit that I haven't been in England for the past two and a half weeks. I haven't been in the same hemisphere for that matter.

You lot should get relaxed, this is going to take a while to explain.....

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