~Tuesday, December 9, 1930~

Maeve Owens: : :::a guard stops in front of Donald's cell and hands him a thick envelope::: Quinn, you've got some mail. :
YarnKittymon: DL: ::looks rather surprised, even a bit eager; he'd long given up hoping for a message from Maeve--or even his mother--but he's daring to hope again; looks at the envelope::
Quantum Catz: JK: ::is lying on his bed with his head propped on his arms:: Anything interesting?
Maeve Owens: : :::its just a plain envelope with no return address::: :
YarnKittymon: DL: ::frowns:: I don't know. ::with an effort, tears, the envelope open at a seam::
Maeve Owens: :::theres a few photographs inside and one note:::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::looks at the photographs first::
Maeve Owens: :::one is a picture of Maeve sleeping. The other is of her sitting at an outside table talking with Becky and Toby::::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::looks more surprised than anything else:: Who would send me these?
Quantum Catz: JK: Send you what, mate?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::hands the photographs to Jack, then looks at the letter::
Quantum Catz: JK: ::sits up and looks at the photos, frowning slightly::
Maeve Owens: :::The note reads, "Even better looking in real life Quinn. Fancy that, told you my sixth sense was good. Think I'm all talk now? :::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::stares at the note in disbelief; softly:: Dear God...
Quantum Catz: JK: ::is still focussing on the photos; somberly:: This's your girl...ain't it Don?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::closes his eyes, trembling; nods::
Quantum Catz: JK: ::rubs a hand across his face:: It's that Seth bastard...ain't it?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::suddenly pounds the wall behind him, cursing::
Quantum Catz: JK: ::looks up at Donald; licking his lips once:: Hell...mate...maybe we could find a way to... ::glances at the door to see if there's any guards around::
Maeve Owens: :::the guard thats giving out the mail is a ways down the corridor and most likely out of ear shot. Other than that, the place is free of guards.::::
YarnKittymon: DL: ::looks up at Jack, his eyes filled with desperation::
Quantum Catz: JK: ::shakes his head:: I dunno...i never thought about trying it again...all it got me was more bloody time
YarnKittymon: DL: ::quietly:: I've got another six months, if I'm lucky. He'll kill her by then.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::softly:: I don't kow if i could get you out, mate...i don't know if i could even get myself out...
YarnKittymon: DL: ::whispers:: We could try it, though.
Quantum Catz: JK: I ain't ever got much further than the next city, Don. And that wasn't even in this prison... It'd take time to sort, besides
YarnKittymon: DL: We'd be as much as out of the country, though; I'm sure she's on that island.
Quantum Catz: JK: Well it's not like your island's just a quick jaunt around the corner, Don
YarnKittymon: DL: ::is quiet for a while; softly:: Do you want to try, Jack? If not I'll try without you.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::covers his face with his hands for a few second and then says:: You'd never manage on ur own, mate. You ain't got a clue what you're doing
YarnKittymon: DL: ::grimly:: That's not what I asked, Jack.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::sighs:: Does she really mean that much to you, mate?
YarnKittymon: DL: ::without flinching:: I'd die for her, but I know I can't ask that of you.
Quantum Catz: JK: ::shakes his head and then looks up, half-smiling:: I ain't never been much known for my sense of chivalry but i still ain't never been able to sit around while some bastard like Seth threatens a lady...
YarnKittymon: DL: ::grins suddenly:: Thank you, Jack.

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