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Both Tims are still in bar.

Real Tim is taking the time to write out some notes. Whether he'll actually send them out or not, well, that's up for debate.

And Hellspawn?

Well, he's still moping.

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She spots the moping Hellspawn and adds a puouting Molly to the mix.

"This sucks."

He snuggles up to her, arm around her waist.

"Yeh."

"Tim said I could visit him."

She wraps an arm around him, too.

"No reason I shouldn't be able to visit you, too."

"Yeh."

He shrugs.

"No reason."

He's just...well...depressed

With good reason.

"Have you... Have you talked to Agnes, yet?"

Molly feels a flash of anger toward Tim, but resists the urge to glare menacingly at him.

A shake of his head.

"Haven't seen her."

"I'm sorry."

She really doesn't know what to say. It doesn't seem real.

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Jane hasn't talked to real!Tim in quite some time. Perhaps this should be remedied.
"Long time no see."

"Jane!"

There is a smile for her, even after all the time. He's lived longer in the space between. Bloody time differences.

"How are you my dear?"

"Pretty good. The bar's helping with one of my final projects, actually - friend of mine here needs his apartment redecorated, so I'm turning in the plans for a project-proposal thing."
Jane grins. "Unlike most of my classmates, however, I actually get to do mine. How're you?"

"I'm..uh..doing."

He shrugs, looking away.

"Cleaning out my stuff."

That gets a raised eyebrow. "Any particular reason?"

"I'm, uh."

A hand runs through his hair.

"Leaving. for Good."

"What's that Molly?"

curiously.

She bends down close and whispers in his ear.

"Can you tell me if I'm pregnant?"

Her face? SO red.

He blinks several times, looking at her.

"Yes."

Embaressed grin.

"i can tell that."

"Well?"

He's going to make her ask? It's not the sort of casual question she normally asks, is it?

"No."

He's not unbearably cruel.

Real Tim gives her a little wave.

"Heya."

"Hi, what are you doing?" She gave him a friendly smile.

"I'm, uh.."

He glances around.

"Packing."

"Packing? As in leaving? You're going back to our...I mean your world?"

A faint, sad smile at that.

"I'm going...away. My time here is over."