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While her parents were in the living room discussing extra locks and door alarms, a still shaken Momoko was in her room writing a note.
I'm sorry. Don't worry about me, okay? I'm going to stay at the National Laboratory for a while. They have lots of rooms and the Professor and Ken are like family, too, so I'll totally be okay. I'll still be going to therapy and I will see you all the time, just not when I might hurt any of you. Love, Momoko.
She left the note and a longer, much more personal letter to Kuriko, on her pillow, then opened her bedroom window, transformed, and flew into the dawn.
I'm sorry. Don't worry about me, okay? I'm going to stay at the National Laboratory for a while. They have lots of rooms and the Professor and Ken are like family, too, so I'll totally be okay. I'll still be going to therapy and I will see you all the time, just not when I might hurt any of you. Love, Momoko.
She left the note and a longer, much more personal letter to Kuriko, on her pillow, then opened her bedroom window, transformed, and flew into the dawn.
