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Two figures emerge from the corridor that leads to the Security Office, moving slowly. It's Ava Wilson and Andrew Wells; they seem tired, or stiff, or dizzy, or possibly all three.

Wait.

Make that three figures. Sort of.

Perched on Andrew's shoulder, alert and looking around, is a familiar arachnoid shape.

[Two pups, two muns. Tag either or both!]

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"Water," she murmurs, "got it."

In fact, she is making a staggery beeline for the Bar.

(She's kind of smiling too, actually.

Mission accomplished!)

"You brought me back," says Baby from Andrew's shoulder, faintly wondering. "How did you find me? I did not know where I was. Or remember that it was not where I should be."

"We had some help," Ava admits.

"Well-- at figuring out what was wrong with you, anyway."

She forgot, but Baby's kind of a cute little freaky spiderbot.

"Bar ...?" she begins, tired and wheedling in approximately equal degrees.

A very tall glass of water appears on the counter.

"Thank you," she sighs, taking a drink.

Look. I did it.

I did what you asked me to.

"Make that two?" Andrew says, leaning against the bartop. Another glass appears, and after a moment so does a napkin with a heart scrawled on it.

"Bar," says Baby urgently, and springs from Andrew's shoulder to the bartop. "I am sorry! I did not mean to leave. I got lost."

There was a lot of that going around.

Your apology is happily accepted.
Welcome home.

I missed you very very much.

"I am so happy to be back. And I am glad you are well."

Pause.

"Who else was lost?"

The ink swirls, clearing the previous words and forming new ones.

Michaelangelo. His spirit was pulled into the Lost and Found box after the explosion.

Andrew gasps. "Mike? Is he okay?"

Ava is still sitting in her chair, sipping her water and keeping an eye and an ear on the proceedings.

She is, sad to say, much more interested in watching Bar make and erase messages than in whatever's happened to Mike. What is with that guy, anyway? Every time she hears about him he's getting pregnant or lost in spacetime or something.

His whole family is like that, lightning rods for interesting times.

He is better. Home and everything. Though whether or not he is okay or not is something only he can answer. His brother has moved in.

There's mischief to her lettering.

"... Which brother?"

It makes a difference. Oh, does it make a difference.

Leonardo

Her script is crisp and no-nonsense.
She couldn't possibly be amused.

... not possibly.

"Oh," says Andrew. "... Aheh."

Beat.

"Think he'd like a visitor?"

I know he would.
From both of you.

And Ava?
I am sure he would like to meet you as well. To thank you in ways that I cannot.

She means with a hug, but...knowing Mike it could be anything.

"Oh!" Ava says.

Well, this couldn't hurt, could it?

"Sure, um. That'd be fun!"

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