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*After returning the key to Bartleby's room to Sirius, Elizabeth weaves slowly through the crowd. Her conversation with Bartleby had not gone well at all, and it was beginning to grow late. She would have to leave soon. Her room had been tidied, and what few belongings she had were arranged neatly. She would not be able to take them with her. There was little left for her to do, but say goodbye.

She was not hungry, so she simply obtained a glass of wine from a nearby supply, and found herself a comfortable seat from which she could watch the rest of the partygoers. There were people bathing in the lake, but she did not especially wish to join them. She sipped her wine slowly, telling herself that the longer the wine lasted, the longer she would be able to stay at Milliways.*