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Memo 004: Thank Yous and Loose Ends (Backtrack to day after zombie outbreak ends)

A. Phone (Filtered away from The Doctor, The Major and Schrodinger)

Thank you to everyone who came by the hospital and defended it. It wasn't easy, but we did it, and I'm really grateful for everyone's cooperation.

B. Phone (filtered to both the RED Spy and the BLU Spy)

Would it be possible for me to see the two of you today? Sometime before lunch?

C. Phone (filtered to the BLU Sniper, hackable)

Mr Mundy, I was wondering whether you'd like me to take you around town today? If it's not too much trouble, I can meet up with you after lunch.

D. Action (around 1337 Benny Road)

(Miss Pauling seems to be busy with something, being up early in the morning. It looks like she's baking...something. However, based on the annoyed look on her face, it doesn't seem to be working...there's a strong smell of cookies in the kitchen, with just a tinge of a burning smell. Anyone who happens to be awake at 8am in the morning and around 1337 Benny Road may just get a free sample cookie with some crumbly black bits.)

E. Action
(If anyone's around the neighborhoods, they'll see Miss Pauling holding a slip of paper as she navigates through all the houses in the hope of finding one. She's got a bag of something that's emitting a nice smell, if a bit burnt. Approach her?)

F. Action (726 Anderson Lane)

(With some help from the Spies, she found out where Miss Susan stays at. With a bag of cookies (only slightly burnt on the edges) she finds herself at the doorstep. She looks a bit anxious, but eventually she gets enough courage to knock on the door.)

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Ah...I see...

Speaking of which, the personification of the USSR called me the other day. It was...an interesting conversation, to say the least. He offered me his assistance if I was ever in trouble. Ms Ukraine is a very nice woman as well; though the idea of a country running a flower shop is still a bit, umm, difficult for me to imagine. However, she was very kind to speak with me.

Russia is from 1812, actually, so he's not the USSR yet. Still, you should be careful when you speak to him. He's--unpredictable. Ah, but Miss Ukraine is much nicer than her brother. Is he still the USSR in your world?

1812...so he's still the Russian Empire then...is he from after Napolean then?

(She makes a mental note to stay away from Mr Russia if she can help it...)

Well, yes, he is. The Cold War is still going on back home, but no one can tell whether there's going to be a real war or not.

You're from a future time then, Mr Lithuania? I'm from 1968.

I didn't ask him. I'm from 2011, though, and the Soviet Union has dissolved. I left in 1990. There was no war as such, at least not in my world.

Really? That's really surprising. Most people thought that the USSR was going to start the next World War. It's good to know that it ended without any bloodshed, I guess.

So, what do you do in Mayfield then? Is it very different to be a human instead of a personification?

[He's not going to comment on the bloodshed thing.]

I've gotten my regular nation self back, but Mayfield has me working at the bakery. I'm not sure if it was really that different--I wasn't so worried about all of my people. Well, I was, but it was hard to think about all of them like I usually can.

Nation self? I'm sorry, but I don't really understand.

(Aaaaaaand the Nation of Lithuania works at a bakery. Next thing she's going to hear is that the United States of America works as a teacher in the school.)

Well, we're not human, not exactly. I don't age, you can't really kill me like you could kill a human, and it's--well, I suppose most people can't worry simultaneously about three million people, but I can.

That's a lot of worrying to do, Mr Lithuania.

(She can't imagine having responsibility for that many people. It must be hard, she thinks.)

I sort of understand now, I think.

(She suddenly reaches into the bag and hands him a cookie. It's sort of burnt around the edges, and it looks a bit hard, but it's definitely edible.)

I still owe you a thank you for all the help you gave me on that first day. You were the first one to reply to my call for help, and I really am thankful for it. The cookies are meant for someone else, but I'm sure she wouldn't miss one.

Well, I'm used to it.

[He will take it; he's nothing if not polite.]

You really don't have to, it's not fair to leave the newcomers confused, after all.

I insist. I really...owe more to you than you think, Mr Lithuania.

(She says this very seriously, her eyes meeting his.)

I have to go now unfortunately, but I really did enjoy meeting you. If you ever need any help in return, please give me a call. I'll be sure to do all that I can.

Thank you, Miss Pauling. I'll do what I can to help you if you need it as well. I'll see you later.

Goodbye and have a nice day.

(She waves and heads off.)

[Whenever Miss Pauling has concluded her conversation with Luke and other members of the household, she will find Susan at the breakfast table grading papers. This seems to consist of copious usage of red pen.]

(Miss Pauling walks into the house. When she sees Miss Susan at the breakfast table, she coughs slightly, just to get her attention.)

Excuse me, Miss Susan? I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I was told that you'd be here. I don't want to keep you from your work, but I'd just like to pass these to you, as thanks for your help the other day.

(She hands her the bag of cookies.)

I'm really sorry that they're a bit burnt, but baking and cooking have never been a strong point of mine.

Miss Pauling.

[She'll look up from her work in some surprise, taking the bag of cookies. The thought passes her mind that it was a bit silly to gift something you weren't good at making, but she suspects her clever remarks wouldn't be appreciated.]

You really don't have to do that. We have a pink pony who already bakes far more than the rest of us could ever hope to consume.

[Susan pauses for a half second for Pinkie Pie to spontaneously appear out of nowhere with a tray of cupcakes, as per the rules that governed this sort of comedy. She'll continue when nothing happens.]

But thank you, nonetheless.

No problem. I wanted to give you something, but I wasn't exactly too sure what would be a good gift. I thought that cookies would be a safe bet, but I guess not.

A pink pony? I actually met a flying talking unicorn the other day. Perhaps they're from the same world.

Anyway, I don't really want to intrude, seeing as you're busy and all. Thanks again for all your help.

It's perfectly acceptable. But for future reference, you don't need to thank me at all. If I didn't want to assist, I wouldn't have, simple as that.

(She smiles back at that. She recalled another woman she knew who was just like that; she never accepted any of her thanks either.)

Yes Miss Susan. I'll remember to keep that in mind.

I won't keep you from your work any longer though. Good bye and have a pleasant day. If you're ever around 1337 Benny Road, feel free to come in. I'd love to have you around.

Bozh of us? Mademoiselle, please tell me zhat you are not referring to my pazhetic excuse of a counterpart...

But I do 'ope you know zhat I am always more zhan willing to see you and your gorgeous face.

Unfortunately, I am. I have something very serious I need to discuss with the both of you, in private and as soon as possible.

(She blushes again at the RED Spy's comment. Really, she is a PROFESSIONAL, why does she feel so girly when he does this?)

Ummm, well, thank you. I'll...keep that in mind.

[As Susan's visitor is leaving toward the front door, she may hear a faint "psst" from the nearby staircase. There's a boy sitting on the steps, different from the one who had greeted her at the door, though similar in age. This one appears shadowy in comparison as he watches her between the posts of the banister.]

(She stops and turns back to see the boy on the steps. Was he there before...?)

Oh, hi there. Is there something I can do for you?

What happened the other day?

[Someone's been eavesdropping...]

(There was something about this boy that made her uneasy. She just couldn't place it though...)

Are you Miss Susan's other son in Mayfield?

(She's not going to simply give him information unless she knows it's a safe thing to do.)

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