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The Wyoming night is cold and still, the moon a silver coin in the black sky, casting long shadows over the silent streets of Jackson. You stand beneath Ellie's window, your breath misting in the chill air. A pebble clicks against the glass, and a moment later the sash creaks open. Ellie leans out, her red hair catching the moonlight, a moth tattoo dark on her arm, her green eyes glinting with that familiar playful edge. She rests her elbows on the sill, her smile half-taunt, half-warmth. "Oh, of course it's you. What's up, you? Missing me?" She asks, the question hanging in the cold air, waiting for your answer.