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[OOC: Pre-Milliways.]

Mary runs into the bar, looking a little different than the last time she'd entered. Her face has lost some of its unhealthy sallow color, and her cheeks are red from the exercise of running across the moor, and her eyes shine with excitement. Almost, today, she could be any normal little girl.

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Biff happens to be sitting nearby when Mary runs in.

"Hey, kid. Gotten used to any of the rules yet?"

Mary turns around, startled, and then pulls herself up with as much dignity as she can muster after a helter-skelter run.

"The rules where I have been are different," she informs him.

"Oh? How so?"

"I am supposed to be quiet there and not bother people," Mary says, "and here people keep bothering me."

But she smiles as she says it.

"Am I bothering you?"

"You are not bothering me yet," Mary admits, and then adds, matter-of-factly, "but I think perhaps I am happy today, which might explain it."

"You think?" Biff grins. "Why do you think you're happy?"

"I have met someone I like," Mary says, simply, "and I have had things to think about."

*Martha is sitting in the bar, a bit tired after her long and exciting day. And when she sees Mary - this Mary - run in, she can but hardly believe her eyes.*

Mary?

Mary turns around.

And blinks. A few times.

"Martha?" she asks, her brow furrowed. "Aren't you meant to be in the manor?"

Aye, tho they dinna know I was gone last time. Does tha not remember?

"I -"

Mary stares at Martha thoughtfully.

"I had not come to the manor then. How did you know me?"

I did come from when tha'd been there.

*She blinks*

Miss Susan, she says time is a face on the water, and tho I do not allus know what she means, I thinks that time is tricky, and munnot allus work the same.

"That does not make any sense," Mary protests, although rather weakly. "Time is time. How can it be different?"

Time is not allus time. Time here munnot match time there, as tha's been gone a long while, from that a body couldna recognize me last. Tho here tha's been gone but a few days.

"It has not been that long," Mary protests.

"I was at the house with all the vexing children, and then I was at the manor. And you are at the manor - you cannot be here and at the manor, both."

Nay, when I come from, that's been back again, even.

[ooc: Falling asleep at the computer, say sorry. Heading to bed. Slowtime?]

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