the best laid plans of mice and men

Immediately after she’s done with Loren, Abasi, and Sunjata, Wessex heads to the temple proper where there’s a piece of parchment weight down with a paperweight, a pen and ink, the telephone shell, and the creation amulet on the old altar. Considering the shell for a moment, she makes a quick decision that this is not the time to use it. Maybe later. Instead, she picks up the pen and writes the following, recalling everyone who came through the doors (or who has said they will be there): Doors closed at the Temple. Inside: Wessex Loren + kids Phoebe + Roana’s kids James Ezra Abasi Rexanna Bastien Oliver Sunjata Lusea Clemente Amun Aonghas Dante Granger Tested by Monsters at the cellar door. They know about the panel. Everything ok. Wessex doesn’t expect an immediate response from, say, Ronin, or anyone else over there. So she sits back and tries to compartmentalize her thoughts, sifting through plans and people with a far away expression on her face. WESSEX come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts unsex me here