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milliways_bar2007-04-27 06:07 pm
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[OOM: After what happened in Fionavar, Wells and Spoon went home. The next day, Wells went out for one more trip all on his own.
Back in Scotland, back where it all began, he met a face out of his past.]
Wells steps through the door of Milliways with a look of 'that's settled, then', and wipes one hand on his shirt. "Thanks for that newspaper, Bar," he says. "Came in bloody handy, it did. I don't suppose I could get some supper off you now? I've lost track of where the bloody clock is just at the moment."
Mujaddarah qualifies, so Wells thanks the Bar and gets himself a seat near the fire.
Back in Scotland, back where it all began, he met a face out of his past.]
Wells steps through the door of Milliways with a look of 'that's settled, then', and wipes one hand on his shirt. "Thanks for that newspaper, Bar," he says. "Came in bloody handy, it did. I don't suppose I could get some supper off you now? I've lost track of where the bloody clock is just at the moment."
Mujaddarah qualifies, so Wells thanks the Bar and gets himself a seat near the fire.