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The front door opens, beyond the door is a car submerged in the Pacific ocean. Beside the door is a figure with dark hair, that has just enough time to realize there is suddenly an open door before she falls through the door along with a rush of ocean water before the door closes.

Amanda starts to get up, coughing up water.

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"Expedient." Bonnie repeats flatly. She's known enough death to feel sad, for a moment, at the broken hearts Amanda leaves behind. That sadness flashes across her eyes, but she doesn't make any judgemental remark.

"C'mon, let's get you a towel." she says, with a small sigh.

She has left a trail of broken hearts through the ages but that is difficult to avoid.

"A towel would be great."

"Go sit yerself by the fire, I'll get you one." Bonnie says, heading over to the bar.

"Thank you." Amanda goes to the fire, for a moment thinking she should probably clean up the water but then she feels the warmth of the fire and thinks only of the warm fire.

Bonnie brings her a towel, and two mugs of hot cocoa.

"So what next?"

"Next, I get dry. Though if you mean back home. I try to make certain I have been declared dead then move to England. I think I'm going to become a preschool teacher."

"Won't you need references or background checks or somethin'?" Bonnie asks. "That require you not bein' dead?"

"I'll be starting a new life, with a new identity. If you know the right people you can get whatever papers you need."

"Are you safe to work with kids?" Bonnie asks.

"Why wouldn't I be?" she looks a bit concerned. "I mean Guppy mentioned training was available which I've been considering attending."

"You just 'killed' yerself without a second thought to those you leave behind." Bonnie says. "Preschool kids are vulnerable, you got to be real careful with them."

"As a matter of fact, I spent a great deal of time thinking about it. And as for who I have or have not left behind that has nothing to do with where I am going now." a bit more seriously then she meant to sound. There wasn't really anyone special to leave behind this time, and she doesn't always have a choice when she does leave someone behind. There are somethings mortals take for granted, just as there are things immortals take for granted.

"I am well aware what preschool kids are like and I wouldn't do anything to hurt them

"Good." Bonnie softens slightly. "Sorry, I'm a teacher and foster carer, so it's a subject close to my heart."

Amanda takes a calming breath, "Well, I do take the responsibility seriously."

"Are you fostering any children now?"

"Two boys and a grandchild." Bonnie says. "And I got a baby on the way."

"That's precious. Must keep you busy. How long do you normally foster? I suppose you are around for their life while they live with you as well as after?" she considers what that would be like, "There have been those like me who have adopted. From what I've seen the pain of their death is worse then that of a lover's."

"I've lost both, they both hurt." Bonnie says quietly.

"And I normally foster until they no longer need me, but the ones I have now will likely be until they're adults. And forever of course for baby." she puts a hand on her abdomen, where there's just the hint of a bump.

Amanda looks at Bonnie's abdomen reaching her hand out not quite touching, "May I?"

"I'd rather you didn't, if you don't mind." Bonnie says. "You won't feel nothin' but blubber, I'm only fourteen weeks."

That's why she asked first. She pulls her hand.

She nods, "I was a midwife in a past life. The miracle of birth is something one never gets used to."

"Heh, coulda used you a couple weeks ago when I thought I was dyin'." Bonnie smiles.

"I'm glad that you weren't." she returns the smile.

"I just felt so tired, at forty six I hardly expected to be pregnant." Bonnie says.

"It's been known to happen. And with your experience I suspect you will be a great mother."

"Thanks." Bonnie smiles more now. "Got to get married first..."