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Fourth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning

By now Jo was acutely aware of just how little time she had left in Fandom, but rather than mope, she'd decided to be proactive about things.

Which was why the floor of the fourth floor common room was (barring enough room to step around them) completely covered in road-maps for every state from Maryland to Nebraska.

She also had her laptop open to several news sites. No reason.

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"I won't do it more than once." Twice if she thought it needed confirmation.

"That doesn't make me feel any less sorry for them. Unless they're evil, in which case they get no sympathy nor should they." They were talking about events that were coming up all too soon and while it was easy to get lost in the conversation, sometimes the reality that they'd soon not be seeing each other for a long time hit. Edmund looked back at the maps to focus. "Chicago sounds more interesting than Kansas City."

Jo nodded. "And it's on the slightly shorter route, so I can spend more time there."

"You could go sightseeing," he said brightly.

"Exactly," Jo said. "There's a bunch of museums, and also pizza."

"Much better than Kansas City," Edmund decided. He didn't know anything about Kansas City. "Chicago it is then?"

Neither did Jo. "I guess so."

"You don't sound certain."

"No, I am. It just feels more...real, now."

Edmund was quiet for a few moments, looking at the maps to avoid eye contact for a while. "You've been here for some time. The change was bound bring uneasiness."

Jo traced her finger along the route from Maryland to Chicago. "Yeah, I guess I was just more excited at the idea at the start of summer."

"Once you're on your way, perhaps you'll feel that way again. There's always an," again he stopped to think of the right words, "impending sense of dread whenever you have to leave somewhere that's comfortable."

"Exactly. Leaving behind all the people you know. For a while at least."

"And it doesn't mean you shouldn't," he added, "only that it makes the first step more difficult than it would otherwise be." Plus there was the daunting possibility of 'for a while at least' becoming something more permanent. "You're going to have fun," he assured Jo.

"Yeah." Because Jo was one of those weirdos who found being in mortal danger fun. "And it's not like I'll be out of contact or anything. Just a letter away."

"You'll be sick of hearing from me. Lamenting classes and the fencing club and getting turned into a pony again or getting a roommate who doesn't bathe."