<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://files.catbox.moe/k872lq.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Calvin Luther</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">CGDA Nicky<br/><br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">           </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br/>Getting our seats on the train seems like the first time we've had to breathe in a while. I sit in close to her, leaning in, for the comfort of it as well as to sell this image of us as a couple, to anyone who might glance at us.<br/><br/>The equipment is good, and seems to pair with out existing phones with relatively little effort or frustration, as the scenery on the way to Vienna rushes past our windows.<br/><br/>"I know it seems like we've been chasing for a while now, always a few steps behind and a story short, but I honestly do feel like we're getting closer.  At first, not knowing Jaclyn as it seems so many others do, I wasn't sure what to think... but I really do believe now that she's in trouble -- that she's under some kind of spell or control.  Nothing else seems to make sense.  Maybe there's enough left of her old self to give us a break, or to slow down their run.  Or maybe I'm just getting optimistic beyond myself."