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He's by the fireplace today on one of those very comfortable armchairs. His feet are crossed up on the coffee table and there's a copy of the Times open over his face. The tool of his trade is resting against the chair back, in easy reach for when he gets up.

It's a very odd position to find a skeleton in, but this is Milliways, after all.

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And you remind them of their home? Death prompts.

"The right sort of food generally does," says Annie. "Home is more often where they eat the same sort of food as you than it is any particular building, after all."

And I suppose you always have the right sort of food for travellers?

"Not always," says Annie, "but I do try."

You must try very hard, Death observes. Do you get travellers from many different places?

"Oh, yes," says Annie. "The biggest industry in Harrogate just now is convention centres- people come to town for meetings of large organisations, often from other countries and sometimes other continents. They're not from as many places as they used to be from when we lived in London, but it's still quite a lot of places." She pauses. "Although I doubt you'd see it as a lot of places compared to how many you must have seen in your existence."

The world I work on is somewhat smaller than yours, Death admits. But I've seen everything.

"Do you remember it all?" Annie asks curiously. "Humans forget things over time- I don't know what it would be like, to remember everything I've ever seen."

I do, Death says. It's nothing special.

Annie nods. "I suppose it wouldn't be, after a while," she muses.

I tried to forget, once, Death responds, a little more musing. It didn't take.

"Really?" says Annie, interested. "How'd you go about doing that?"

Alcohol was involved, Death admits. And the Klatchian Foreign Legion

"Hm. Well, those do sound like classics," Annie says. "I'm going to guess hitting you on the head wasn't an option, either. That occasionally makes humans forget, if you hit them hard enough."

It knocks my skull loose, Death explains, rubbing his neck in memory of some ache.

Annie winces. "Right. Well, I suppose you tried. There's only so much you can do if certain things aren't in your nature, really."

Yes, Death agrees. But we can but try.

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