A Reunion with a Friend (private for the-blonde-butler)
Claire stood in the doorway of her one-bedroom flat above the Crescent Moon Pub, breathing in the faint aromas of musk and alcohol. Her suitcase at her side, she gazed at the familiar setting; not a single thing had been touched. Not one. Even though she'd been gone for fifty years (an incredibly short amount of time for Reapers, but a long one for humans). In the aftermath of the... accident, Claire had taken assignments in other countries and not returned. Even though she'd sworn she'd never use it again (too many sad memories), she'd made sure to send in the rent for the apartment each month. Any trace of Marlowe had been eradicated; Claire had found it too painful to be reminded of her dead lover.
Eventually, the brunette found the strength to drag the suitcase into the apartment and shut the door. She unpacked her belongings and quickly settled into her old routines. She'd been called back to her old home for an important assignment in London, and also to help mentor a new batch of recruits at the Dispatch. At 9:00 AM she was seated in the classroom, her feet propped on her desk. She glanced at her papers, the door, and the clock on the wall in a seemingly endless cycle until the lock clicked and the new trainees filtered in.
Claire straightened up and dug up the orientation pamphlets she was supposed to hand out. The Reaper turned to her new students and began, "Welcome, new recruits. My name is Claire Gidgeon and I will be your mentor for your internship at the Dispatch. Feel free to ask me any questions you may have; I'm here until seven in the evening." Claire picked up her attendance sheet and called the names one by one; however, when she got to the F's, she faltered. There, on the sheet, was a name that had haunted her for fifty years: Marlowe Flynn. Glancing up, her eyes found a young, blonde Reaper... the spitting image of her old lover.
