Sonnie sat on the sill of one of the windows of her top floor apartment, one foot propped up. Her phone was in her hand, but her gaze was pointed out into the night. Through the glass she could see down, five stories below, the people and cars going to and fro in Sacramento's Chinatown. The white noise of city life wafted up towards her. Inside, the television was playing some dumb reality show to which she wasn't paying attention. Her dog, Fugly, rolled about on the floor, playing with a balled-up pair of socks.

It had been over a month now. The Beast had been holding off on this, despite having been told she could contact the Fairest at any time. Partly, Sonnie had been mad at her best friend for leaving. It was also fear. Staying radio silent had been childish, and she knew it was time to end it. With a sigh, she brought up her text messages, and started sending.
Hey Sera. It me.


They made me Director. Can you believe that?


This is your fault.


She instantly regretted that third text. It felt too aggressive. Shaking her head, she sent another.
I miss you.


Stay safe. Come back when you can.


With Rhodes, I guess.


Sir Fugly sends his love.


The Spring Courtier set her phone down, not expecting a response right away. Still, she felt better, for having reached out. It was like her sister was still here, in a sense. A small smile formed on her lips, and she kept looking out into the night.