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[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

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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[banished-to.livejournal.com]

"Your permission."

She doesn't need it, technically, but she's a polite person,

"I wouldn't, of course, do anything unless I was certain that it would work, and I'd talk to you if I figured something out."

[milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com]

Wells nods. "All right, then. You've got my permission, far as I'm concerned."

He settles back on his heels to wait.

[banished-to.livejournal.com]

She looks at him a little more intently than she had, actually centering her gaze on him instead of keeping her head tilted so that her right eye sees him best.

Then she shakes her head,

"I'm sorry. It isn't something that I can help you with. Its too different from what I know."

And she is sorry, dreadfully so.