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[OOM: There'll always be an England. It's just that eventually, it's REALLY going to suck.]

The door opens, and for a moment the ruddy-gold light of candles and lamps can be seen on the other side. Not for long, though. The blue-clad, bearded fellow who trudges through closes the door behind him.

And then stops, two paces in, and stares.

Quinn Abercromby hasn't got any words at all for this.

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"I'm fine." Preston said bluntly, "I haven't been sleeping that well." Both Robbie and Lisa had noticed.

Preston sighed, "I'm given ration coupons-that the bar seems to take. She'll take any kind of currency. Your meal's on me." It's the least I can do for a twin.

And how weird is that?

Preston is doing his best not to stare at quinn with a perverse sort of fascination.

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"Good," says Quinn. "'Cos the only money I have's what we found when we were digging. Couple centuries out of date-"

Then he blinks. "Thanks, mate," he says gratefully. "What does the kitchen make, do you know? It was gonna be fish back home tonight- Gavin made it to the river and back okay."

He hasn't quite noticed the almost-staring yet. There's tea. It's more important.