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milliways_bar2005-05-09 10:30 pm
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Soon after Lilly Kane's departure, Peter enters, retrieves a cup of tea from the bar, and sits in a booth.
He drinks his tea, his eyelids drooping sleepily. After several minutes, he is, in fact, asleep, his head leaning against the wall.
After several minutes of peaceful sleep, something a bit like fear flits across his face, followed a moment later by outright panic.
"No," he murmurs, then a moment later, "No." And maybe, just possibly, very quietly, "Lilly, run."
And then there is an expression of fierce and utter determination, and then, once more, peace, tinged now with worry.
Until, after another few minutes, he jerks awake, looking around frantically.
He drinks his tea, his eyelids drooping sleepily. After several minutes, he is, in fact, asleep, his head leaning against the wall.
After several minutes of peaceful sleep, something a bit like fear flits across his face, followed a moment later by outright panic.
"No," he murmurs, then a moment later, "No." And maybe, just possibly, very quietly, "Lilly, run."
And then there is an expression of fierce and utter determination, and then, once more, peace, tinged now with worry.
Until, after another few minutes, he jerks awake, looking around frantically.
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She sits, head tilted to one side.