Adults got shot at and children got sick.

This place becomes more and more like home everyday.

Alright, I've got the official paperwork; apparently I have to move out of the Four Saisons and into an apartment. Whoever you are, Rose Tyler, I hope we can make this an agreeable living arrangement. I haven't had a roommate before, just an older sister. Probably pretty similar, right? With less teasing, I'd guess.

[ The video feed clicks on, and Natasha looks neutral and blank. ] Thank you to everyone who worried. I'm fine. [ She pauses, and then furrows her brow, her eyes growing steely. ] Lensherr. I'm watching you. [ And with that, it ends. ]



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[ Later on, Natasha can be found curled up on a couch, reading what looks like an old tome, bound in leather, title printed in gold and mostly faded on the spine and cover. She's let herself in, and has chosen a room, all without any of her new flatmates realizing it.

And as far as they're concerned? She's all better. ]