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Some days are better than others, and some are far, far worse. Wells knew from the moment he woke up this morning that today was going to be one of the bad ones. That's why he slipped away from Annie while she still slept, and why he came here. Oh, sure, he could pummel the heavy bag in his basement, he got one of those a while ago just in case- but he'd be stuck indoors with the knowledge that a city of fourteen million was waiting overhead somewhere. Better to head to Milliways. The bag's outside, for one thing, and the people are a whole lot fewer. He can take company, especially now that he's been working on the bag a good half hour or more. It's just that it goes down far, far better in small doses today.

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"...huh. That sounds like a Rim planet, but even the Rim's not close enough to Sol to see Jupiter, as far as I'm aware. Different universe?"

"Probably, yeah," Wells says. "This Callisto's the moon of Jupiter. You know Andrew Wells at all? We're cousins. I'm from his world."

"We've met, yes. He took me to where I needed to be to set up your bank accounts, you remember?"

"Ah, right, my apologies. That was a few years back, for me."

"Time works so strangely here. Very disconcerting."

"Could be worse, I suppose," Wells says. "Though it's a bit hard to think of how. And that's not an invitation for you to do it, either."

He stops in mid-word, with a sheepish grin.

"I probably could think of a few ways. But in deference to you..."

"Thank you," Wells says severely, but then smiles. "Know what you mean, though. Weirder than Narnia, so it is."

"At least time still seems to work the way it should between here and my universe."

"Yeah? That's a relief," Wells says. "Had an offer of some farm work in your universe a while back. Once my grandchild's born, obviously."

"Oh yeah? On whose farm?"

He doesn't know of anyone there except the Serenity crew.

"Mrs. Reynolds'. Some planet called Shadow, with one moon."

"Captain Reynolds' mother? Shiny."

"Yeah, and I'd take it if I didn't have to turn up on Earth every three days to stick my finger in the device," Wells says wryly.

Mr. Universe considers this.

"I suppose the time issue makes it too difficult for you to just come back through the bar every three days?"

"Little problem with me opening the door and oh, look, there's London."

"...very good point. But if Mrs. Reynolds helped...?"

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