And then there was the matter of Kes--and the documents. She paused for a moment, reached into her right pocket and grabbed a tissue. Instead of the tissue, she pulled out a crinkly note. She felt the edges slide through her fingers as she attempted to smooth the folds in an attempt to make sense of the ink on paper.
She could barely make out the address written there so many years before.
Kes stared blankly out of the café window. Straight on ‘til yesterday. Did it really happen? And where was Re now?