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[Peter is utterly devastated.

As much as he cares about so many people in this town, he feels like he's lost the last thread of his very small, very fragile family. It's him standing in front of May's hospital bed all over again, preparing to become the sole survivor of the Parker family; there is an entire other lifetime of that same kind of loss, stored away awkwardly in the back of his mind. Memories of losing what family he had left in Europe, as a little orphaned boy from the 1800's. It's pretty screwed up, isn't it? That some of them have whole other lives in their heads, blurry but no less a life that felt lived in.

So now he's the last of that family, too. Clara's gone, just like Wade.

It's hard to think about that kind of thing, so he sits numbly for a little while with the letter in his hands, fidgeting with it, not really looking at it. Or anything, for that matter. Agatha is sitting near him, her once thumping tail still, a whine escaping her. It's enough to snap Peter out of his trance, and he rushes to get her some sliced ham out of the fridge (it's new, the only thing in there that isn't expired, honestly). The last thing he wants is for the one last living connection to his sister to die from hunger, okay?

He sits down and opens the letter back up again, and reads it all over, and then he starts crying. Second time is the charm, once the shock of it wears off. Which is dumb, right? He shouldn't be shocked, because he had prepared himself for this day... he thought. People come and go. He should have been prepared. But he also can't help but think — like he does every time someone he loves goes away — that he didn't say "I love you" enough.

It's enough to send a guy into a spiral.

Typical Peter Parker.]

Clara,

I'm writing you a letter that will probably never reach you, but I have to do this. Maybe a little selflishly for myself, but also because I love you too much not to, and maybe this can reach you out there somewhere. Maybe Doug or Sodder'll take pity on me and somehow put this in your hands. I don't know. God, wouldn't that be nifty?

I promise I'll look after Aggie, though (even if I can barely take care of a houseplant) and she'll always be okay as long as she's under my roof. So don't even sweat that, spacelady. If you can ever remember and find me again — I would love to visit time and space with you. I'd love to pet all the weird alien dogs and maybe enjoy some egg rolls. See a black hole or an exploding star and maybe panic about it.

And — I'm sorry that I wasn't there to say goodbye.

I feel like you've taken care of me more than I can ever repay. I don't know what to say. I know I would be even worse off than I am now, if I didn't have you backing me up. I've never had a sibling before, but... since the day we'd walked into that mine tunnel together, you helped keep me going. I think you give me a little too much credit, but maybe that's exactly the thing I needed. Need. Will need.

I'll do my best to keep going here. I've got a job, too. I need to see it through, right? Even if it hurts sometimes. I'm sure that's something you already know too well.

So... "The Doctor" suits you. You're gonna go do great things, Clara.

I wish I could see it all. Maybe someday I will.

It's just not fair that you can miss someone so soon after they leave.

I love you, too.

𝘗𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳