I won't lie, I shed some tears today.

As I write, I still have the vivid image in my head of Meghan Wen, standing at the foot of the ramp onto the gyroplane to carry her to the town of Caylor, Ereautea. She opened up to me about how her grandmother had died earlier this year and how, while the residence of 124 West Mason Street was willed to her, Meghan had the house turned over to the Cabotton Heritage Foundation, an open-community and history organization that is willing to preserve the place while protecting it from Cabotton University and Arnold Stamp.

Meghan said that she would miss me dearly, and that she wished she could bring me with her. But alas, with our paths going separate ways, that is not to be. Before boarding, Meghan and I gave each other a long embrace.

Bernard Weyne paid a visit today. Fresh from the moment with Meghan by the time I returned to my living suite, I opened up to him about what happened, and he gave me words of comfort. He explained how he was now doing a field study in Northeast Ancondria and assured me that he would arrange to have me join if I so wished.

Heather also gave me comfort and offered to serve as one of the Third Level Society server admins if I needed one. I told her that I would most certainly consider her if the occasion arose.

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