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Guys,

Can you meet me in the little room just by the tapestry of Gorn and the Gnostic Goblins on the second floor, please? I need to talk to you.

--Mel xxx

There's cake.

And cold fruit juice, and biscuits. Mel's not sure just how they'll take this. Sugar might help in mellowing their mood. After all, wouldn't you be mad if your best friend revealed they'd been withholding valuable information from you because they didn't want you to get hurt? With time racing toward her, Mel can feel it's past time to tell them about the Creation angel and his conversation with her.

Fiddling with a loose thread in her top, Mel bites her lip and leans back on the desk, waiting for her friends to come in.