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Taylor had apologized first to her family for the sudden vanishing act. The worst part was they had been more resigned and disappointed than all that surprised. She couldn't blame them. Oh, the Farrettis had continued to do the monthly dinners at her parents place but as JJ had gotten older - as there had been more and more threats to his young life, Taylor had seen the logic of vanishing from the public eye. Over time, they'd become ghosts, with Jack's vampiric politics ever further buffered from his young family and Taylor's pretense at having a 'normal life' vanishing until one day, they just... vanished entirely. Taylor understood the necessity - but she regretted the damage it had caused. Now that they'd returned, though, Taylor hoped to if not repair it, at least apologize for it. It was with that in mind that she appeared as suddenly as she'd vanished, standing on Stesha's front porch - still incorporeal because who knew if the defenses of Sanctuary would recognize her at this point. She blinked, taking in the changes and growth... significant growth that had taken over in her absence. It was lovely, that she'd expected, but far more cultivated. And the bees! Taylor eyed them in the distance before turning her attention to the door. Except for her hair, Taylor looked the same as she ever had, wearing a simple sundress and sandals. Her hair was longer but other than that, the immortal guardian was unchanged. The eye of Heshem still glittered darkly in the hollow of her throat. In her hands, she held a white box that looked to have come from a bakery.

March 11th. The message had come through the hero contact methods he had out there. It was easier this way, as trying to get a hold of him directly was as difficult are contacting the CEO of any large, international, financial institution. So next to impossible. Of course he was taking this on faith, but thus far he hadn't been called or setup in an ambush, and it wasn't like Fleur de Joie was someone like that. She was fairly well established, if a kid. Or not a kid? That was tricky sometimes when he started to examine these sorts of things. He was older than most of the other heroes, retiring seemed a little, but... That was less likely for him. Amir al-Misri stopped before the mirror, checking to make sure the red track suit and black t-shirt covered the containment suit. Seemed like every few months he got to do something he thought impossible, and his powers were... going wonky. WHich he assumed was the scientific term. So now he was saddled with this thing, just sort of gave him the reins on his abilities, which he was okay with. Satisfied he wasn't looking so idiotic, he left the expensive Parkside townhouse. And he crossed the street. Enjoying one part about beings a public hero, as he used his power of flight to get over the busy avenue. Landing in the grass, when he opted to clear the fence and get to the lawn, before he started towards the Botanical Gardens (after all how could he resist having the meeting there?) from Poet's Grove. As he walked along the path, intent on being there at least a half hour early, he casually thumbed through his alerts, and sending Ana a message reminding her of this meeting. It wouldn't be a problem, his schedule was actually clear, apart for tomorrow. So all was left as he crested a bend and walked into the garden proper, putting a little something into the donation box as he stepped inside, taking in the sights, before settling on a bench near the main entrance, as he worked off his smartphone, sending messages, and trauling through some of the massive amount of news and media he consumed on the day to day.