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[A moment ago . . . ]

There is a young woman standing on the shore of the lake.

She wears a long dress, well but simply made, and of a style that could belong to a dozen times . . . or no time at all.

Both the dress and the woman's hair are wet.

She turns slowly, in a full circle, looking all around her.

"What country, friends, is this?"

Would anyone like to let her know it's not Illyria?

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"I'll take you at your word and follow you."

And hope that he's being honest, rather than being very clever about being less than honest.

He doesn't specifically opt to say anything as he walks. Glancing at her now and then, in flickers of movement that fall in the millionths of milliseconds. Especially as even her inner monologue foundation does not change.

He has to ponder insanity.

It isn't like there aren't medical cases...

Her insanity, or his own?

Viola sighs.

"Did not you see the storm, that knocked our ship
From off its course and brought me here instead?
Think you . . . perchance my brother is not drowned.
Perchance he too has washed up on these shores."

It's very . . . optimistic.

Rosalie would say his was proven decades ago.

"The storm didn't come here." Edward shook his head, after a slightly too long pause at her words. "I walked the whole of the shore, before I'd stopped. Aside from the joggers, there was only you."

Not there one seconds, and there the next.

So far, he added. But it wasn't like he could hear anyone else in the vicinity that spoke or thought like her, either.

Viola stops walking and stares at him for a moment.

"That is not possible, what you have said."

"You'll find that is common here."
Her sentence, not her inference.

But he'd stopped, to let her talk. Apparently.

"How can 'not possible' be common?"

That makes no sense at all.

"That's the way Milliways is."

It likes to break down assumption, until you are pretty sure it could do almost anything. Even present you with the choices of changing all of the timelines that led to your life.

"That does not make an explanation, sir."

Or, you know, even come close.

Not at all. He'd agree. It's not better once you understand either.

"I'm aware." Is rather flatly even, without being sharp or annoyed at all. "Yet there is no way to justify the oddness of Milliways without simply living through it. You'll see that soon enough."

Viola smiles in faint amusement.

"And you do not the warmest welcome make?
"You truly seem most out of sorts, I'd say."

"And to think this was one of my better days."
It's more commentary to the air than the girl.

"Warmer clothes was all I offered."
Clarification still without sharpness.

He turned to walk toward the door.

"I did not mean to offer insult, sir," she says, following along behind him.

Better day is, of course, saying something. When he'd needed to be alone and away on it. But Bella had a diner night with her father. And he had --

One questionable bedraggled girl.

Edward didn't say anything through the last twenty feet, but he did, step up, take hold of the door handle and pull the door out to hold it out, open, for her.

Viola opens her mouth to thank him, and then stops, catching sight of the bar.

"Oh, my."

Well, there goes the meter.

And still she doesn't slip.
No momentarily Alice-like humanity.
Golden eyes studied her, narrowed, listening.

"We're headed to the Bar." Herself, he saves for a moment. Choosing instead to point, without getting to close to in her space. Being near enough to accidentally hurt people is still not something he does, even years later. "There."

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Viola looks around as she crosses the strange and crowded room to the bar that Edward has indicated.

It seems an odd place to come looking for clothes.

"I do not quite know what to make of this."

"It's not quite to madness, really."

And just past midsummer if she's counting.

He led the way, able to watch her through many other eyes now. Not having to turn and look himself now, he wended through the people, until they arrived at the Bar. Stopping in front of it.

"Bar, we're going to need a set of clothes for, Miss Viola." Who's name actually has a pause before he made his mouth form it finally.

Viola stares at the clothing that has appeared -- appeared on the bar in front of her.

And then stares at Edward, rather speechless.

"The clothes are safe."

Because he won't promise Milliways is.

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