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[There is a tinkling of piano -- a few stray notes -- a few casual scales -- before Rachel tries to sing softly to herself. It's obvious that she's crying. Her breath keeps hitching as she tries to hold back sobs, but Rachel, being Rachel, tries anyway.

The opening chords should be pretty familiar to anyone ~~who has any taste in theatre~~ who knows Rachel.]

Oh, my man I love him so -- he'll never know... all my life is just despair, but I don't care...when he takes me in his arms, the world is bright... alright...

[Her breath hitches and Rachel abruptly stops singing, drawing in a shaky breath, before she tries to continue -- but it just ends in another sob and the feed shuts off abruptly.

There is, however, a text sent afterwards.]

Jesse went home.

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[It's only because there is a filter that Rachel does not text Anna. That and it's Anna. Texting her would be more than mildly rude.

But Rachel is struggling to catch her breath. When she cries, she cries. She's not really the sort of person to hold that kind of stuff in.

Which is why Rachel suddenly becomes angry.]

It isn't fair!

[There's a hiccup and the ugly sound of mashed piano keys as Rachel tries to get a grip on herself.]

Why did they both have to go home and leave me here, I would never do that to them!

[She doesn't flinch, although the piano slam is a little jarring.]

I don't think anyone chooses when to leave. [And more than ever, she wishes she still had the power to do what she liked. She could send Rachel home with her friends, her family. But she can't.]

But why them?

Why couldn't it be someone horrid, someone dangerous, why does it have to be Kurt and Jesse?

[She sounds pathetically small and alone, now.]

[Which is why Anna's already out the door; she might not have ever ... walked to Solve before, but she knows the route by heart.]

They're home now; that's what matters. [...] I'll bet Kurt won't be colorblind any longer?

... No.

[Another hiccup.]

Not that it would matter as much as it did here -- he -- he wears a uniform, at Dalton, he doesn't have to pick out his clothes for school --

[She sniffs.]

But he hated it. Not being able to see those kind of things. I -- I don't know the difference between teal and cerulean, so I couldn't help as much as he needed --

Just because he wears a uniform doesn't mean he won't get into all sorts of clothing outside of school. And knowing Kurt, having a uniform would only make him want to dress even more fabulously on the weekends.

Maybe, but I'll be he appreciated it all the same.

He thought naming a shirt 'Glinda pink' was funny. That I was pretty hopeless.

[There's a tiny laugh.]

I'm not very good at the whole clothes thing.

You don't have to be. You have so many other talents, anyway. And besides, you wear your own style, what you like. There's nothing wrong with that.

And Glinda Pink is totally a color; I swear I've seen that in a fabric store somewhere.

Kurt wanted to burn all of my sweaters.

[But she does sound slightly comforted, at the notion that Anna doesn't seem to mind.]

-- and you did?

Yeah- in New York, actually. Went there a few years back on my last school holiday. Glinda Pink and Elphaba Green.

[It might have been a sale, maybe promoting the production- but whatever. It was still legitimate, right?]

[She sounds -- distinctly pleased.]

Maybe I can find him something when I go.

I think it'd be nice to have something made out of Glinda Pink. .. It'd probably clash with my hair, though.

[Almost there, almost there. Walking is annoying.]

Why would it?

[Reason #3423432 why Rachel Berry will one day be wearing the designer dresses, not making them.]

It washes my skin out- or makes me look really .. not my age. Red and pink shades are hard to match, I guess- unless you want to look like a walking Valentine Card. [She's joking. ... sort of.]

Is it possible to look your age?

[You're a very old angel. 8(]

I mean my human age. [Oh there's Solve- just a few minutes now.]

How old are you?

[The conversation is distracting, at least. And Rachel is genuinely curious.]

[Distracting is good enough for Anna.]

There... Isn't really a number that I could give you. It doesn't exist in your language or .. understanding? Lets just say I was around before 'time' was created.

That must have been incredibly boring.

[Her reply comes a few minutes later, and very much in person, rather than over the PCD. She's at your doooooor, Rachel.]

Only the last two thousand years or so.

[There's a startled noise before she gets up slowly to pry open the door, only showing her eyes as she peers outside to see whether or not Anna is actually there. She has half a mind to close the door again and continue her angst in silence, but Rachel has never really been a 'lock your pain away inside' type of person, so when she sees Anna --

Tears. Many of them.]

[Doors do not stop Angels-- well they kind of do in Adstring- Grace or no Grace, but she could still kick it down if she needed. .. Which she doesn't. But little girls and tears are never, ever a good combination. So she's easing the door further open to let herself in. C'mon Rachel, you could use a hug.]

[... dgklhsgxcg. Fine. Have an armful of diminutive diva who is now officially sobbing.]

[What, did you expect her to stand at arm's length, stroke her with a broom and say 'there, there'? Certainly not. She's bundling around the girl, letting her cry out as much as she wanted. Losing someone you care about... Anna could sympathize.]

I bet you'll see them again soon, y'know.

I will see Kurt when I go home.

[It's muffled as she hugs Anna tightly.]

Jesse is not in Ohio anymore.

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