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Remy's in the Bar tonight, though it's not the adult version that's been a permanent fixture in the Bar for a while now; tonight Milliways plays host to her younger self while the older is conveniently absent.

When she enters, she regards the room warily for a long moment. She remembers this place somewhat, though, having half-expected it to all have just been a fanciful dream, something to escape the reality of home.

The girl gives herself a visible shake, and with a tattered book in hand, she sets to finding a quiet place to read.

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Kate's tucked in an armchair by the fire, feeling quite indulgent with her feet up. Her left hand is still wrapped and looking a little purple around the fingers, but the rest is obscured, and the swelling has gone down.

The shake the young woman self-administers catches her attention, followed by the book in her hand. Kate smiles. She's been doing a little reading herself, just soaking up the freedom before she heads back out to Texas to catch up with the others.

The prime spot is occupied by another it seems, and Remy hunches up a little as she shifts some on her feet.

"Um...d'you mind if I read here too?"

She gives her a welcoming smile.

"Don't mind at all, sugar. There's plenty of room."

In fact, the patron right next to Kate finishes his tea, and relinquishes his chair.

Kate is regaled with a shy smile, and Remy carefully places her copy of The Hobbit on the table before heaving herself into the vacated seat.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"You're welcome, darlin'."

The girl and the book get one more curious look before Kate extends her right hand.

"I'm Miss Kate Barlow."

There's a flash of a bruise under a too long sleeve as she extends a hand and twitches the sleeve away from her fingers to grasp Kate's larger hand with her own.

"Remy Hadley."

"Pleasure t'meet you, Miss Hadley."

She blinks. It isn't the first time she's met a friend here during a different stage of their life, which is good. It keeps her from gawping. Unfortunately, as Remy herself once pointed out, Kate has a terrible poker face.

She smiles quickly.

"What're you readin'?"

The brief, shocked look is something that Remy's been on the receiving end more than once while she's been here. It draws a curious look from the girl, but she doesn't say anything about it.

"The Hobbit," she answers, looking down at the book in front of her briefly. "It's my favourite."

Her smile warms, eyes intent on Remy while trying not to scare her.

"I'm not familiar with that one. What's it about?"

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Voodoo's on the couch by the fireplace, annotating some intelligence reports on the nearby coffee table.

The girl who comes in merits a half-second of his attention as she comes through the front door - he doesn't recognize her.

The girl herself is on the runty side, too big clothes emphasized by the way she hunches up to keep as little notice on her as she can.

Spotting Voodoo on the couch she was aiming for, she shifts nervously.

"'Scuse me. D'you mind if I read here?"

Voodoo looks up, then moves over a little bit, freeing up some space for the girl.

"All yours, kiddo," he says, nodding to the extra space.

"Thank you," she murmurs, holding the worn book tightly against herself as she moves past him quickly and up onto the couch.

Voodoo squints. On second glance, there's something familiar about her, something...something he can't quite put his finger on, but it's there all the same.

"What's your name?"

She regards him for a moment with familiar, light green eyes, and extends a hand.

"Remy Hadley, sir."

Remy Hadley.

Doctor Remy Hadley.

Doctor Remy Hadley is in Milliways, as a child, and she just called him sir.

The existential mindfuckery of this is beyond the narrative's abilities of description, but somehow Voodoo manages to clasp Remy's tiny hand in his own massive one and give it a shake.

"Brian Colson. Ain't no need to call me 'sir', I work for a living."

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Remy hunches up a little, the hand Voodoo's holding retracting as soon as he's released it and brought close to herself.

"Yessir. Sorry."

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It might not be quiet, really, as there is the sound of someone humming. But there is the smell of baking cookies wafting from beyond the kitchen door.

The smell is tempting, and really she hasn't had much in the way of food today. Cautiously, she makes her way though the kitchen door to find the source of the small.

There's a red-haired woman, possibly familiar-looking despite having her back to the kitchen door. She's in purple jeans and an electric blue sweater (conscientiously covered by an apron), humming a lilting melody that has the feel of a folk-tune to it as she pulls a tray of cookies from the oven.

Sunshine is familiar and that's enough to coax Remy further into the room quietly, to observe from an out of the way spot.

Eventually, though, her stomach is bound to give her away.

Her stomach, or perhaps the feeling of being watched. Either way, Sunshine eventually glances from the tray of cookies towards the quiet observer.

There's just a bit of hesitation as she recognizes her friend, before Rae smiles and says, "Hey, kiddo. Mind helping me out a bit? I need a trustworthy taste-tester."

Rae is sure her credentials will be satisfactory.

She offers a tentative smile in response, moving towards Sunshine properly.

"Okay."

Sunshine sets three of the melty-gooey chocolate-chip cookies on a plate for her, offering it to the girl.

"I gotta know: are there too few chocolate chips, or too many - as though that were possible," she interjects with a grin, "or just the right amount?"

Remy nods her understanding to the instructions, accepting the plate from Sunshine and almost immediately munching on a cookie.

As if they could be anything but perfect.