Phoebe opens the mailbox on her way back from her run. Vanquishing demons keeps her fit, but she still likes to run. It gives her a chance to clear her head.
There’s a postcard with a beautiful picture of the Golden Gate Bridge and she flips it over to see who it’s for.
It’s for her, postmarked from LA from a Cordelia Chase. Phoebe doesn’t know anyone named Cordelia Chase.
Curious, she reads the message.
Dear Phoebe,
Thanks for the dress. Hope the earrings made it out okay. I’m just checking in to make sure everything’s good. I know I am.
If you’re ever in LA, look me up at the Hyperion Hotel. If not, maybe I’ll just have to make it to the park and run through that grass on my own.
We vision girls have to stick together after all.
-Cordelia Chase
Phoebe’s lips curl up into a smile and she tucks the postcard into her pocket.