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*The last chiming notes of Greensleeves fade, and Paul lowers his flute, staring around him with a mixture of apprehension, relief, and wonder.*

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*Wills brother. but he must get that a lot, so let's be nicer. Tim bows.*

Sir Timothy Hunter, Bar Security at your service.

*Paul begins to extend his hand, but stops midway, quirking his eyebrows.* Security? Is there a problem?

*Tim laughs and extends his hand to complete the circuit.*

Why does everyone ask that? if there was a problem, i wouldn't be smiling. I just like to introduce myself, so people know we're here and all that rot.

Ah. Sensible of you, I suppose.

I'm not planning to stay long -- just checking to see if my little brother's here. *a slight frown* He's really too young to be in a bar.

*Tim cocks his head.*

You'd think so, huh? But i was sixteen when i showed up here, and we've got a couple kids who were born here... hell, theres a baby who got moved into this bar. You never know what the Landlord thinks.

*Paul tries not to stare.*

Kids born here? -- A baby?

*His eyes move around the bar, again, and the eyebrows above them raise.* It's an interesting place you have here. *a quick smile* No offense intended.

Oh no, i quite agree with you. Very interesting. Most people say that when they see the window though.

*Tim gestures at the window where the universe is ending.*

Or when they meet someone they thought was fictional.

*At this moment, someone bumps into Paul, and he stumbles a little.* Sorry --

*He turns back to Tim, apologetically, and then spots a familiar face heading his way.* It was a pleasure to meet you, Timothy. Excuse me --

*Tim nods, and raises a hand in benediction.*

Go as you will young Stanton.

*Paul smiles, a little bemusedly, and moves to meet Blodwen Rowlands.*

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