Early in the morning

[cowgoesmoo]

[ Just before dawn, anyone monitoring the low-band station that Rem's transmitter is usually set to might hear the following short message from a child who is clearly trying not to panic. ]

Blades, this is Feathers-home, Feathers-home calling Blades, what's your twenty? Where are you!?

[ There's a pause of about a minute, then the message repeats three more times, and finally the transmission ends with: ]

If anyone out there knows who this is and you see my brother, tell me right away!

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[cowgoesmoo]

[ It may someday, now that the Earth ships are here. For now though, that Searching For Signal message is about the most depressing thing Vash can think of.

Yeah, he'll hang on to it. Thanks Rem. He'll be at the radio until Nai is back, so some food would be great. ]

Okay. Thanks. [ And, just a moment later, before she can leave: ] I love you.

[ Just in case she disappears too. ]

[nurturing]

I love you too, Vash.

[ Rem walks off to make them breakfast and hide her own panic in there. ]