Dear Risa,

  I must apologize. I realized too late that I have already used “Planning Regards” in this book. Meaning there is a duplicate of parting words.

  You have my solemn oath: it shall never happen again.

  What, noooo, I certainly don't have a list of the words I’ve used anywhere, that would be preposterous! Possibly even postpreerous!

  Anyhow, enough of the silliness. We’re on the road again, a day and a half away from Subway, which is a five-hour ferry ride away from Goldvale!

  Meaning I’ll get to see you in like three days!!! Aaaaaaahhhh!!!!

  I’m so excited it’s looping back around to being nervousness. I mean, what if you don't have time to see me? What if you’re so busy rebuilding your house or running a bank that you can only spare like a half hour during lunch? That would be the absolute worst thing ever.

  I might just stay in Goldvale until you have time. Mas is around; Maki can annoy him. And Cali can find work, I’m sure. Maybe Echo will want to do some corporate espionage while we’re in town. It’s not like we have a schedule or anything.

  Now that the earthquakes are over, there are no looming deadlines to worry about. Which feels kinda insane.

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  Maybe I should impose a deadline for myself. For something. Just so I get that lovely stress from it.

  Or not. I don't need stress.

  Oh, the pocket dimension! Right! So! It needs a door. Right now there’s just a big hole in the wall, which lets in all the sounds and lights from outside. And it lets all the light and sounds from inside… out. Yeahhh that’s kinda a problem.

  Problem number two is, the floor and walls and ceiling all emit a lovely soft light. All the time. It can't be turned off. Luke and I tried just keeping the blanket over our heads, but that kinda resulted in us not sleeping for other reasons. If we ever want to get a full night’s rest again, we’re gonna need a good, permanent solution.

  Also, maybe I’m just a spoiled rich girl, but I really don't want to keep sleeping on the floor. Sure, it’s clean, and we have padding and sleeping bags, but it’s, I don't know, it makes me feel poor. I need a real bed.

  And a chair would be nice. And everything else that fills up a bedroom. And then if someone could figure out how to get a working bathroom in there, that’d be awesome.

  I feel a little bad that I want all those things. I mean, a week ago I would have killed for a private room. Now I have one, and it’s not good enough. I want a better room, with different things in it.

  Oh well. Someday I'll have my dream house with all my dream things in it. It’ll probably look a lot like your house, honestly. You’ve got a pretty nice house with lots of handy things in it.

  Or, it’ll look like it on the inside, at least. On the outside it might just look like a door. I’ll have to dream up house designs tonight so I can pester my boyfriend to think up ways of making them into reality.

  Dreaming Regards,

  Maeve Zee