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Molly hadn't been expecting to walk into Millways when she went to her study room to color today, but she's cool with it. The bar's a more welcoming environment than the sterile walls of her ~~prison~~ bedroom. And she can actually go outside if she wants to here.

She is wondering why so many of the people are acting so strange, though.

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(The mun couldn't resist!)

There was a man walking around with a lanyard labeled number 4, and Nathan Petrelli written underneath.

He hadn't noticed the little girl yet as he was still trying to figure out where this place was.

OOC: [[*grins* And I hope that slowtime is okay, because I was just about to head off to bed!]]

Molly looks up - and blinks. Not because she recognizes the man (the employees at the Company had all been very careful not to mention the name Petrelli in front of her), but because of what he's wearing.

"Why are you wearing a nametag?" she asks. ~~Oh, if only his opponents could see him now...~~

(ooc: Sure! Meant to tag sooner, but got called away for a while.)

Seriously! They would have a field day.

And the Company was very, very smart.

Nathan glanced around, and then peered down at the little girl, "A lady gave it to me. A lot of people have lost their memories. Uh, do you know who you are, and where were we are by any chance?"

Mass amnesia? That can't be good...

She nods. "My name is Molly Walker, and this is Milliways."

Nope, especially for some of the people affected.

"Nice to meet you, Molly," He smiled down at her, and then glanced around, "Milliways. Strange name. ...Though aren't you kind of young to be in a bar?"

She shrugs. "The bar didn't think so when it started showing up in my bedroom," she answers. She mainly comes here just to color, anyway.

Well, she's a child, and they do have overactive imaginations.

"...Does any other rooms show up? Or just the bar?"

"Just Milliways," she answers. "It's usually in the doorway between my room and my study area."

Molly puts down her crayon and reaches for another. She needs some orange, she thinks.

"Uh-huh... do your parents ever come with you?"

Poor guy, even with his memories he'd have no idea.

Her fingers tighten around the crayon in her hand.

"My parents are dead," she says quietly, looking away from him, from her paper.

He nearly winced.

"I'm very sorry."

"Thank you." She says this even more quietly, before slowly going back to coloring.

Nathan nodded, and thought it might be better to leave.

"Uh, you never met me before today, right?"

Molly shakes her head. "Nope. Sorry."

She doesn't even have a TV.

Nathan nodded, "I figured I'd check to make sure. I think I should check around some more. Nice meeting you Molly."

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