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[hisbabygirl]

[She's been a little quiet as of late, but try as she might to ignore it, this is something that she needs to say. Sarah takes a deep breath and asks her question, in a somewhat small and shaky voice.]

Has... anyone seen my Dad? He's um. His name is Joel. He's an older man, dark hair and a beard. Wears flannel and a broken watch.

[This is harder than she thought it would be. Sarah pauses to take another steady breath and calm herself down.]

Ellie too. And Tess. I can't find any of 'em.

[She fidgets, eyes downcast.]

Julie's quiet too. And Bro and...

[She's just going to cut the feed there. There's way too many people she cares about gone.]

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[hisbabygirl]

[She takes another deep breath, and nods her head.]

Okay. I'll be waitin'.

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[wintershepherd]

[ Jack doesn't waste further time with the consoles, zipping out the window to cover the distance between his new building and the one he'd spoken to Sarah about during the moving. He doesn't arrive as quickly as he wants (though it's still no more than a few minutes) because the North Wind isn't nearly as strong in June as it is during the cooler months, and is less able to carry him so directly.

He lands on her windowsill and raps on it with his knuckles. ]

Sarah?

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[hisbabygirl]

[The moment she hears the tap, Sarah's on her feet and moving to open it. She might be putting on a brave face otherwise, but the moment Jack is in the room, Sarah throws her arms around his middle and hugs him tight.]

Don't you disappear too, okay?

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[wintershepherd]

[ Jack returns the embrace, holding her close. He knew he shouldn't make the promise (like he shouldn't have with Zatanna, but what else was he supposed to do?) but he does anyway. ]

It's all right Sarah, I'm not going anywhere.

[hisbabygirl]

[She's old enough and smart enough to know that's a promise he can't really make. No one here can. But in that moment it's exactly what she needs to hear. For a short while, Sarah does nothing more than cling to him.

Finally she does pull back and immediately turns her face away in a bid to hide the tears.]

Oh man, crying is stupid.

[wintershepherd]

Nah, it's not. At least you don't have to worry about them freezing, you ever get a snowflake in your eye? Frozen tears are like a hundred times worse.

[ He hoped the joke would give her something to smile at. ]