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Saturday March 31st, 10:15am, Tracy Island.

"Elise!" called Christopher from the balcony of the lounge.
She was down by the pool area talking to Nikki and turned looking upwards to seek the source of the yell.

"What?" she answered, shading her eyes and looking at Christopher.

"Mail Cargo plane just landed. I think your stuff is here!"
From his vantage point Christopher had watched the plane approach and taxi up to the end of the runway. Immediately the crew was out and unloading boxes of varying sizes. Elise grinned.

"Thanks!" she shouted and headed off towards the direction of the plane.

As she approached the busy crew and rapidly growing piles of boxes, she noticed Christopher had come down to help.

"Yep! These are yours, girl! Straight from the States!" He smiled as he lifted a box.

"Great! I've been waiting for these! I never thought I'd be saying that I actually missed all of my 'stuff'."

Christopher chuckled as he continued unloading some of the boxes. Besides Elise's things, there were also some medical supply boxes, boxes addressed to Brains and various other boxes of household supplies and replacement parts for various machines. Elise watched as the crew finished and headed back to the plane.

The pilot walked over to them "Who gets to sign today?" he asked, holding out an electronic scanner and digital pen.

"I will," offered Christopher taking the scanner and signing.

"Thanks, mate!" replied the pilot in a clear Australian accent.

"No problem, see you around."

As the plane departed, Christopher noticed Brains coming towards them from the hangar with the antigravity float.

"Perfect timing!" said Christopher.

"I thought you could use this for the boxes."

"Thanks Brains," Elise answered.

"When you are finished, may I have it back for the other boxes?"

"Sure Brains, I'll make sure it gets back to you," Christopher assured the young scientist.

With that sorted out, Christopher offered to help Elise transport her boxes to her new apartment. She had been assigned a remaining one bedroom next to Callie, and after being told yesterday that it was finally ready, Elise had been impatient to get in and get settled. Now that her stuff had arrived, she could really make herself at home. She'd moved around a lot in the Air Force, but still liked to have her own personal things around her to make her feel more 'homey'.

It took the better part of an hour to get the boxes up to the Cliff House apartment and they were both exhausted by the time the last box was brought up.

"Thanks for all your help, Chris. You don't mind if I call you that, do you?" asked Elise, handing him a cool drink.

"Not at all, luv," he answered.

She smiled at his loose use of the word 'luv'. Must be a British thing, she thought.

"So how's that little kitten of yours doing?"

"Asterix? Oh he's fine. Finally found his comfort zone and the kitchen!"

They both chuckled as they sat down on her sofa and talked about the flight training they'd be doing and about flying in general until Christopher announced he had to get going.

"Brains is probably wondering where I got to!" he told her.

After he'd gone, Elise started opening her boxes and pulling out her things, stopping occasionally to reflect on a past memory that some item had triggered. As she carefully put things away she realized how 'grounded' her stuff made her feel. All these things were 'her'; who she was, who she is now, and maybe who she could be. She walked into the bedroom and placed the framed photograph of herself and her parents on her bedside table. It was the last family photo that had been taken. Running her fingers gently around the frame she whispered to her mother and father, "I love you both." And then she continued going through her boxes.

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