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Krycek is sitting sideways in a comfy chair near the fire, pondering existence over a pomegranate.

He's not actually eating it, he's just sort of... staring at it. It may hold the mysteries of the Universe! You never know.

Tinytag: Mary Jensen

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For some reason or another the are down from the fireplace is cooler than it should be. The darkest corner of the bar almost seems to be..sucking..the heat out. Or the light.

Of course, this may just be a figmant of someones overactive imagination.

A figure is standing close by where Krycek sits weither he can see her or not (no doubt he'd catch something out of the corner of his eye) watching the corner before looking back to the man. The child looks about to speak, but as she lets out a held breath it hangs infront of her as a mist. Hope he isn't afraid of ghosts.

Krycek sees her.

There's no visible change in his expression, save for a quick blink.

If you look closely, you may also notice that he's holding the fruit a little tighter than he was a moment ago.

"Help me.." she says softly, her words an echo just above a whisper. "Please.."

Never once does the see-through girl break a smile as she tilts her head to the right watching him with dark, dead eyes.

He doesn't say anything.

Without breaking eye contact, he straightens to an upright position and swallows the lump in his throat.

She's only a ghost, he tells himself.

"Please.." she asks again keeping her head tilted in his direction. She never actually turns around to face where Krycek sits instead she watches him with her face turned.

"Who are you?" he asks carefully, unmoving and unblinking.

The little girl watched him quietly for a couple of minutes before she finally turned fully to face him. "I'm Mary," she replied softly, "I'm the time keeper."

When she moved the bell about her neck made no noise- no ringing sound or anything even if it looked like a working object. Not to mention the two reddish marks above her brows. Something was off with this one ghost or not.

"You're a ghost," he says flatly, pressing his back against the chair.

She gave a soft nod of her head. One soft little movement before she took a little step toward him. "And you are to."

With the step she took a more solid form, the bell ringing softly as she moved. The dead could see her like their own- living and 'of the flesh' though anyone could see her like that if she wanted them to. It was the bell that only the dead or those between could hear.

"You're like me...but not.."

"... yeah," he says, understanding.

"You're too young," he mutters. "How did you -- ?"

"The Doctor.." she said softly, taking another small step toward where the older man was sitting at. "He hurts people."

Reaching her hands up she wraped her hands around the bell in a nervous sort of fashion. The two red marks stood out well against her pale face. If he knew any sort of medical history he would know what they ment.

He glances at them for a moment, expression quickly softening.

"Oh."

He isn't sure what to say to that.

(He has to stop himself from reflexively touching his own forehead.)

He could touch her.

He may not like what he sees.

"But he can't come here. Paul can't either." Which was a relief for the little girl. So far she had managed to keep him away.

"Yeah," he says, watching her.

"It's safe here. My name's Alex."

His smile is a very small one, but a smile nonetheless.

Her steps took her closer to where he sat, causing her to gulp a little as she came within touching distance. "He...he wants to though. They make me scared when I go back because they know."

They know about Milliways- or at least that she goes someplace not where they could be. "It's very nice to meet you, Mr. Alex."

That makes him blink.

"You can go back?" he asks, puzzled. "And you don't have to call me mister."

She nodded her head again before turning and pointing toward her corner. It was the darkest part of the bar just down from the fireplace where no tables or anything sat. "I have to go back to the Old Kingdom. Antubis needs me."

Dark dead eyes turn back to Alex before she tilts her head a little to the right. "You can't leave here?"

"Not to my old home, no," he says.

"Wouldn't want to, anyway. I like it better, here."

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