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[Counter to her last post, Mary is calm, composed, put-together, an iron look of determination in her eyes.]

If you've called someone and gotten their voicemail in the past three days, you need to comment here and tell me who it was.

I don't care if you think they got sent home, if they have an alibi, if they're supposed to be on a week-long vision quest, I don't care. If there's someone, anyone who you can't get ahold of and isn't absolutely definitely accounted for-

[Mary stops, folds, unfolds her hands. When her sleeve pulls back slightly, you can see a pair of handcuffs around one wrist.]

There might be another Hunt going on. We have to figure out now how many people are missing. Rationalizing where they might be, telling yourself it's not a big deal- forget that. We don't have time to second-guess.

I'm starting the list with Yosuke, Bigby Wolf, and Jesse Turner.

[Her hands are shaking a little. She grits her teeth slightly.]

Michael, everyone from last time- if you know where the grounds are, please. We need to stop this.

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Mom--

[ There's a look of equally resolved determination in her son's eyes. Maybe he got it from her. ]

... I'll do what I can. Let me know if I can help you out.

Just- [A deep breath.] Come home. Now.

[Suddenly idea!]

No, wait.

Are there any windows or mirrors around you?

Alright. [ And he will, because she asked. C: ]

Uh-- [ Actually: ] Yeah, windows. Why?

Uh, hold on. Just hold on.

[She shuts off the NV and turns to stare at her reflection in the kitchen window. Using the power for the first time since she first practiced it- oh, it's not easy. Mary stares at her reflection intently, getting closer with a hand held out uncertainly until her hand makes contact-

-and suddenly she's standing in front of a different window, hand pressed to a pane of glass in a room somewhere across the city. She stumbles back in total shock and looks around.]

Sam! Hi.

[Brushing herself off like she does that all the time nbd.]

Wh-- [ He's startled, naturally, because his mother just... totally appeared out of nowhere. Sam's eyes widen in surprise, but he chuckles lightly, breaking into a smile. ] ... That's something.

[ And he moves forward, eyebrows raised. ] Is that a... Port-thing?

No, not exactly.

[Still breathing hard. She tucks a stray hair behind her ear.]

It's my new power. Pretty cool, huh?

[By the way, the last person to explain this to Sam probably specified that normal people get exactly one new power here. She reaches for him, not breaking contact with the window.]

Come on, I'll bring you home.

Yeah. [ He nods, glancing from her to the window. ] At least this place gives you some way to deal with the Darkness, and all.

[ Better than leaving them all to die, without any help. ]

Oh-- yeah sure. [ And he goes along. ]

Mom, is Jesse... alright? [ It's the first of many questions that leaps to his tongue. Though, based on her broadcast... ]

[She pauses with her hand laced in his and her other hovering next to the window.]

No. He isn't.

[Her hand makes contact, she locks eyes with her reflection, and suddenly they're staring at her reflection in her kitchen window. Mary falls back a few steps with a gasp.]

Oh- I'm still not used to that.

[ He's about to reply, but they've just traveled, and it takes him by surprise once again. When she stumbles back, his grip tightens around her instinctively. Then: ]

What can we do? [ His expression hardens. ] To help them?

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