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A trip down memory lane usually means long talks late at night over warm drinks, sometimes with old glossy photos in frames and others with grainy videos on VHS tapes. Events that cause those involved moments of nostalgia are usually reunions of some kind or a milestone in someone's life that brings everyone together. What comes after this journey is neither of those things and both. For many of these people have never met in current times, while others have grown apart. A couple of them may actually be very familiar with each other.

 

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[ C l i c k . . . ]

 

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The screen flickers for a moment before coming to life in a blur of mostly washed out colors and the high pitched squealing of a child that comes and goes. Slowly the camera focuses in on the scene and the colors take on identifiable shapes. A little girl with bright blue eyes and fluffy white hair grins at the camera, with all the little teeth in her mouth showing, from a young woman with long, equally white hair's lap. The child squeals with delight at all the attention she is receiving. The woman laughs and the man behind the camera does too.

A too large hat is settled on her head by an equally large hand. She blinks, confused, as it slides forward and back on her head. Behind her, her mother giggles and thanks the owner of the hand with a smile. The camera man laughs boisterously, his disembodied voice is teasingly toned as he ribs the gifter good naturedly.

The date, blinking innocently in the bottom left corner, is June 12, 1996.




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The screen flickers off for a moment before flickering back on. Once again the colors are blurred and everything is out of focus. (It's the 90's what do you expect?) The screen focuses in on not one but three white haired children. Two little girls in pretty swimsuits and one little boy in trunks. They're all in a bright blue, plastic kiddie pool. There are multicolored fish patterned on it.

The bigger of the two girls has her hair tied up in bouncy pigtails and a pretty pink and blue polka dot suit on. She grins at the camera for a moment and is seen to be missing a tooth. The other little girl has one braid down her head with the end tickling the top of her spine. Her swimsuit is purple with ruffles. She squeals with laughter when the other girl splashes water at her.

The little boy, standing quietly in his red trunks, watches the girls before dramatically falling back onto his rump and splashing them both. All three dissolve into peals of giggling and calls of each other's names. (KK! Lulu! Ace!) Or at least a childish semblance of names.

Somewhere out of the frame, a young man laughingly exclaims that it's 'Only the summer of 1999'.



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Yet again the screen goes dark for a moment and then flickers a couple of times. There are no more videos, but there are pictures.



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There are three little boys, around the age of eight and completely identical, all standing in a row. They have on navy polo shirts and khaki shorts with white socks disappearing in dark tennis shoes. Each one has a slightly different smile on their face, but each smile is bright and sweet. The one on the right has a crooked smile and mischief in his eyes. The back of the photo would inform you that his name is Ryou. The one in the middle is smiling so wide that his eyes have crinkled shut. His name is Sven. The one of the left has a shyer smile that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners. His name is Takashi. It's their first day of school in the year 2000.

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The next photo is a polaroid captioned at the bottom with 'Katie and Matt's First Garden, May 2001'. The photo is slightly dark but it's not difficult to make out the scene. A little boy around age 8, Matt, looks up at the camera with wide amber eyes and dirt in his similarly colored hair. He is sitting next to a large, orange clay pot that's filled with dirt and no plant life whatsoever. However, sitting in the pot is a brightly smiling baby girl in nothing but a diaper and covered in dirt smears.

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The next is a series of photos. Two little boys are standing on a chair in front of a kitchen counter. They're looking at each other while they speak animatedly. You can see that they're both wearing oversized aprons over their hand me down pajamas. There is flour on their faces, in their hair, and all over the cabinets. Both have their hands on a large, patterned bowl.

The next photo in the series is from a different angle. The photographer is now standing next to the boys and captures the shorter one's bright smile. He is missing several teeth and has freckles covering his nose. The taller boy smiles shyly over the other's head. They appear to be mixing a batter of some kind.

The final photo in the series is of both boys sitting at a table. There is a tall stack of golden brown pancakes on a plate between them. Each of them wears a proud smile and with faces already dripping with syrup.

The back of the photos say the same thing: 'Early August 2001, Hunk and Lance make pancakes'.

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There is one final photo and it isn't of the children shown above. It's of a white haired couple standing next to five dark haired individuals (two young men in military uniforms, one  young woman in a dress, and two other young men in dress shirts and slacks) on one side. On the other is a tall man in a suit with a grey haired woman in a dress. Next to them is a woman in overalls, a man in sweatpants and a tshirt, and another man in jeans and a tshirt. A caption underneath and on the frame reads "The Paladins and Friends". The year is as unknown as the identities of the people.


 



 

 

It is December of 2017 and Allura has finally gotten things straightened out. She's hired a talkative and flirtatious young man to help her manage the bed and breakfast back in September. He's a good guy and she likes him well enough (when he isn't driving her crazy). They've developed a routine that works for them.

Every morning he arrives at precisely 7am with a cup of her favorite Bean's flavor and a mystery pastry from Sky. Together they walk the halls, checking rooms off the clipboard and sipping their drinks, before returning to the office. From there they talk about places around Altea that are good people in need of help and about Lance's social life. She learns a lot about him and Altea in these moments. Occasionally Coran comes to join them on their rounds and chats. His insight is invaluable.

 

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January ‘18



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The cursor blinks patiently on the screen. This will be the first email of the year but she does not expect a reply. She has been reaching out to them for several years now. They do not answer her emails or letters and she realizes that maybe just showing up at their door would be a better way of doing this. After all, they have not moved from the complex they lived in when they were all children. Alas, she has no time for that at the moment and types the email.

To: akXXXXXXXe@gmail.com, kaXXXXXXe@gmail.com
From: aXXXXXXax@gmail.com

Subject: I'm sorry

Hello,

It's me again. I'm sure after six years that you both wish that I would leave you alone or give up. I'm not going too. I will however maybe do something different. Hopefully it will be better received than scattered emails.

I do wish to discuss Voltron with you both. Maybe over coffee?

Forever Your Friend,
Allura

PS- Coran and I found old photos and home movies of all of us as children. I thought you two may like to see them? Or have copies of your own of them?


[ S e n d i n g . . . ]

She closes her eyes, says a little hopeful prayer, and sighs deeply.

[ S e n t ! ]

Now for her to needle Lance about some of these friends of his and learn about these places they work at.