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Jane had gone home and worried that her mother or Cassandra would wonder about the bandage on her neck but Dr. Cullen did a good job and no one noticed.

Though she found her dreams were slightly richer as if there was something strange and full of passion inside her. She would wake up and try to write them but they slipped from her hand like the morning fog.

When a door to Milliways appeared, she at first hesitated but then went through to order a pot of tea and keep trying to write what she could not quite grasp.

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"Oh -- "

She snags a clean towel from another passing tray -- this one bound for clean-up duty from the mess the other rats created -- and tries to soak up as much of the tea as she can.

"No, it's all my fault, I'm sorry; I'll get you another notebook to replace that one."

It wasn't a notebook simply a sheet of paper,

"There's no need, I had not written anything of great worth on it."

Jane moves forward to help mop things up, at least she's wearing one of her home dresses so it will absorb the spill.

"Still, it's the least I can do."

She blots the small lake, belatedly realizing it only ruined a single sheet of paper, but the writing is hopelessly unreadable.

"Definitely not the best first impression I've ever made," she says with a soft, wry chuckle, while Bar provides an extra towel and a lined Moleskine notebook.

"Thanks, Bar."

Jane's eyes just open wide with pleased amazement at the notebook,

"This is more than you need to do."

"What? No, god, it's not nearly enough."

She wipes her hands on the towel and sets it aside, then runs her palms down the sides of her dark denim jeans for good measure before extending a hand.

"Kate Warner."

"Jane Austen and its a beautiful notebook and so small."

It takes her a moment to shake Kate's hands since she's running her hands over the notebook and smiling at all the white pages.

"Jane Austen," she repeats, giving Jane's hand a shake that's equal parts firm and gentle.

The Jane Austen?

"And you're a writer?"

"I do my best to write the truth of the world, yes. Though our meeting was rather wet, it is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Warner."

"God, I -- "

She shakes her head, still smiling.

"I'm so sorry. Believe me when I say the pleasure's mine, Miss Austen -- and if I just ruined part of Pride and Prejudice, I'm never going to forgive myself."

Jane looks at Kate in confusion though with a grin,

"I don't believe I know that work. If I am to write it then perhaps its best if you say nothing else."

Her eyes widen.

"My lips are definitely sealed, then."

"Thank you. Though I was simply trying to write a moment from a dream or a memory that I cannot recall."

Gingerly, she reaches up to touch the bandage that is becoming more visible on her neck.

Kate takes a seat, her expression shifting to concern when she spots the bandage.

"Are you hurt?"

"Oh not terribly no, simply a rather a strange experience but this is Milliways."

Jane is trying to sound brighter than she feels since it disturbs her greatly that she can't recall what happened.

Kate glances around the bar; she hasn't heard of any strange goings-on since the virus Kate Beckett warned her about, but then again, she and Bill have only just gotten back from Provence with Boo.

"Is everything okay? I mean, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I am recovered, yes just missing some time."

She gives Jane a quick once-over, her eyes pausing briefly on the bandage.

' ... a memory that I cannot recall.'

"Do you remember what happened?"

"Only things that are so light that I cannot hold onto them. I was in the library and then somehow fell asleep. When I awoke, my hair was down and I had a bite while the candle had also gone out."

"Like a bug bite? Or an ... an animal?"

"Those who looked at said that it was probably a vampire. Though that feels so strange to me as if I was in a rather odd sort of novel."

"Vampire."

She nods, feeling a little cold as her eyes fall to the bandage once more.

"Did you see someone here? In the infirmary?"

"Doctor Cullen, yes, who I do know is one himself but not the sort that bites apparently."

A line appears between her brows.

"I don't think I know him," she says softly. "What did he say about the bite? I mean, as far as aftereffects go?"

"That I should be fine in time."

"Good -- that's good."

Concern still clear in her features, "Is there anything I can do? Get you anything? Even if it's just some more tea, maybe?"