>>18871936Dr. Alfred Clark arrives in the WWA Dojo that evening, looking for Andi Kestrel. The Dojo is pretty quiet, with most of the wrestlers away on other business or, like Andi herself, at the WWA Arena where a show is currently ongoing. Upon his arrival, it is not long before Dr. Clark speaks to a receptionist learns that Andi is not within, through it is also a simple matter to learn which room she is staying in.
Dr. Clark approaches Andi's room. Her smell is in here. He recognizes some of her clothes and things. A wistful, bittersweet pang pierces his heart. He wonders where it went wrong. Her bright blue eyes shone like they had never known fear, and she threw herself into everything she was passionate in life about with such gusto and joy that it was a wonder she hadn't somehow succeeded in some field or endeavor. Not this one, ideally. Certainly not if she was going to conduct herself in this way. He'd wanted so much more for her, so much better.
But sometimes, as much as you might love a person, they had limitations. And you could love them and accept them despite that they could never be what you may have first imagined them as. Andreya Clark was his daughter. Even if she never achieved any lofty ambitions or goals, was it not still worthwhile to hold her close, as much as he possibly could?
With a slight pain in his chest, Dr. Clark grabs a piece of plain brown paper from the Dojo reception desk and jots a lengthy letter down on it, then folds it and tucks it in carefully by Andi's bed. If he couldn't speak to her in person, she'd find and read his letter. Then she could call him, at her leisure.
He puts the letter under Andi's blanket, then goes to walk out of the Dojo.
