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The door opens and a familiar face comes in... but for the time being, it's not Michael Guerin in the driving seat.

By mutual consent between him and Michael, Rath of Antar has just come to Milliways as more than just a passenger.

Have at.

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"...You've met Lyrae?"

Sorry, cross-communication. Having just come across Lyrae Addam the other day, she's on Shelley's mind rather.

"Michael has met both Lyraes, yes", he tells her. "But I was referring to the younger."

"Oh, right," Shelley says, suddenly pensive.

"I hadn't known the older one was here, see. I only ran into her yeaterday. Bit of a shock for both of us."

Nearly devolved into a full-scale fight, in fact.

Rath looks at her curiously.

"How so? Apart from the obvious physical resemblance."

"Do you remember-?"

She frowns, thinking. Yes, Michael had been there.

"I went through the door by accident and fell off a cliff. I couldn't remember a thing for a while until I hit by head my mistake and came back through. Lyrae was one of the people who took me in and looked after me during the time I was there. She was the Restorer - the Healer - in the nearest village."

Fucking, fucking Milliways.

"...this place does seem to lend itself to very awkward situations. And that would mean, her son...?"

She nods.

"He found me. I had no clue who he... was going to be at some point in his future. That was pretty lucky, especially considering who else was there."

Inwardly, she kicks herself for bringing him up. But it was true. The thought of the perfectly normal, if slightly irritating student Elan Morin gives her chills.

Rath doesn't miss it.

"And who else was there?"

Shelley rubs her forehead to cunningly disguise her expression.

"Er. Elan Morin was. Apparently they were friends as students. This was before the evil thing. Um."

"Well, I... before the evil thing? Is this Milliways doing odd things with time again?"

"Yes. A-and yes, it is. They were about the same age I am, I suppose. Still young, by their standards. J-Joar was living with his mother while composing, and Elan came to stay to catch up on his reading and then I got thrown off a cliff into the middle."

Only at the time, if worrying, the memory loss had been a blessing.

"But... how did you come to be in that world, if nobody took you there? Or did they?"

She sighs.

"I didn't see who opened the door. It was ajar when I passed, so I went to look... and don't remember much more, until I woke up again."

"That does make some sense", he allows. "And the door back here just opened for you one day?"

Shelley nods.

"I hit my head again just before, so I think it waited until I was about to remember who I was in any case. I thought it was the door into Lyrae's house, but..."

"It does tend to do things like that, as I understand it."

She sighs.

"And then seeing her here... and her seeing me, too. That was weird."

"I hope the conversation didn't go too badly?"

"Well."

(you broke my son's heart)

"It could have gone worse, I suppose. And then she made me dinner."

"She... cooked for you? In her room?"

"Yes," she say with a wry smile.

"She always did like to cook, so she got some equipment from Bar..."

"I suppose there's no reason she shouldn't, if the space in her room allows it."

Shelley nods.

"She's... capable like that."

He eyes her.

"You sounded as if you were going to say something else."

Shelley shakes her head.

"No, she is. I mean, it's odd seeing her here. While I know about who she is and how she just..."

She winces.