New York! The city of dreams! Or at least, that was one of its many epithets. Yes. The city's got like twelve of them. I checked.
It did make me wonder though. How is New York the city of dreams and the city that never sleeps at the same time? Didn't I need to sleep in order to dream?
Oh. Not all dreams take place when you're asleep. We've got the daydream after all.
Anyways, I grinned, enjoying the view of the city's skyline from the window of my private jet as we landed.
It is with great pleasure that I announce that Crownsborough is now stable. The whole Fiske thing had done some damage but as always, Elsa had managed to stay upon it, keeping it from spiraling out of control and at the same time, giving Jenny all the evidence she needed to get her mother on her side.
It really had been a good decision to trust Jenny to do things on her own. Due to this, Jasmine would be spending some well deserved time in jail, courtesy of Clarisse.
