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Tobias was off hunting, which meant Rachel had some time to do some training. Her gun is at the bottom of her bag back at their campsite - which is where it's been since even before Tobias arrived. She hasn't lifted it in ages, much less practiced shooting, but there have been other things to do.

Forget the job at the farm. She didn't understand it anyway.

Morphing was all well and good but the difficult part only lasted thirty seconds, a few minutes at most. After that, her mind is free to wander. Rachel wants to be distracted, occupied but hiding behind the mind of her morph is... not an option. Not right.

It was stupid. A couple of ghosts and she already knew she couldn't fight them. What was she going to do? Research? Watch and learn? They didn't need her for that.

Gymnastics was good to keep her mind occupied. If she worked hard enough, she'd be too focused on her body to think much. And things are fine anyway, she'll stress herself out over nothing.

She didn't want to go anyway.

She'll work up to gymnastics. Right now, she's running on the road out of Metropolis, working up her heart rate, stretching before trying anything new.

It was a stupid job.

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Rachel misses them.

But if she runs faster, she might be too tired to think about that or the stupid job at the farm.

Watching her, Tobias can tell that she's pushing herself hard. And he knows why.

He just wishes there was something he could do.

Once she's got something in her head, it's nearly impossible to get Rachel to drop it. And in this case, what's in her head is to get everything out of her head.

Tobias was always there when she needed a distraction. For now, that's enough.

It's odd. It's been over three years since he's seen her, and somehow it doesn't seem like any time has passed. They still... fit.

As well as they ever did. She's spent months in unrest in this world and Tobias' presence alone has calmed her.

Even if it takes a few miles before she stops again, bent double on the side of the road and breathing. Though when she falls back to flop in the grass, her eyes track him in the sky and she grins.

It's Tobias. Whatever else is happening, his presence will never be anything but comforting.

He's circling slowly, watching.

She's... impressive. Even without the war she doesn't stop pushing herself.

That's his Rachel.