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Angela, heavy makeup and clad entirely in baggy black clothing, is huddled in the corner of a booth.

Her mom and dad just left the bar. Grampa left a week ago.

She feels very dreadfully alone.

And very scared.

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A familiar figure sits nearby.

Still dressed in her houserobe and slippers. Damned bar. Mesaana calmly sipped her tea, after their last discussion, she decided to postpone Angela's death. She was too easy to manipulate to do otherwise, just yet.

A small, slightly concerned smile at Angela.

He's not her grandpa or her father. He's just a random writer. But he has hot chocolate. Two glasses, in fact. One's for Angela.

Angela gives her a slight smile back. She's remembering their conversation of the night before and is nervous.

Angela smiles slightly. "Hi, Jack."

He slides into the opposite seat. "You look like you need that." He flicks his hand slightly, urging her to drink.

"Probably." She sips her drink. "Thank you, it's really good."

He grins, a small grin. "You're welcome." A pause as he picks up his own mug and sups.

"You look upset about something. Want to talk?"

Rising, Mesaana walks over to sit calmly across from Angela. She glanced down into the dark depths of her tea cup.

"Your mother and father have left, have they not?"

A pause.

"Would you care for some tea? You look as if you could use a cup."

"Yeah. They just left. And tea would be nice, thank you."

Angela sighs. She doesn't want to think about what Lady Selae told her last night.

Angela shrugs. "Grampa left the bar last week. And now mom and dad are gone. I guess I'm just feeling kinda alone right now."

Mesaana calmly orders Angela a cup of tea. A strong brew with an odd, full flavor sweetened with honey. She commented off-handedly in her crystalline voice.

"That cup is brewed in the V'Saine style, you may find it different than what you usually drink."

He nods. Separation from family was a feeling he knew just barely, and still, as a minor experience, he knew how dreadful it was.

"I can understand that. Do you...do you have any friends--adult friends--who can keep an eye on you while you're gone? I don't mean to babysit, but, if you start to feel too lonely, they'll be there."

Angela sips. "It's really nice," she says. "Thank you."

Her eyes are a little bloodshot from crying and she might be paler than usual.

"There's Elaine and Ryan Chappelle. They said to go to them if I had problems or anything."

Mesaana studied her worriedly. A note of concern in your voice.

"You look... ill at ease."

"They're good people. I spoke to them a few times." Another nod. He'd offer himself as a person to go to, but he and Angela didn't know each other that well. Requesting that would make him feel a tad uncomfortable.

Angela hesitates.

But she feels that since Lady Selae can do...what Mom could do, then maybe she might understand...

"I haven't always been the best daughter. I don't do well in school and I am sometimes...disobedient. Do you...do you think..."

She trails off, blinking back tears.

She feels as if she's betraying her mother.

"I guess I'll be okay, but it's just lonely in this place."

Angela sighs.

"Especially if you don't know that many people. Do you?"

"I'm meeting more lately. Some kids my age, too."

A long sigh as she glanced around for a moment as if unsure what exactly to say.

"...I think that your mother will certainly love you, even if she is displeased on occasion."

Angela nods, and looks at the table, picking at her ragged fingernails nervously.

"I just want them to come back."

"That's good. It's good to have friends--not that I'm saying get a troupe of friends, but, some friends are better than none."

A soft smile as she sipped her tea.

"I know, and I am sure they will be back soon enough. I am sure they will not become so involved in their lives back home that they would forget you."

"Yeah."

Angela doesn't have many friends at home, and she's going to probably lose the one friend she does have when she gets home.

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