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Trillian's back at her booth, furiously writing.

That magazine will feel the Wrath of Demosthenes, for certain, and also of Trillian, astrophysicist and friend.

She also has a glass of merlot. Yes, before noon.

Perhaps it's inspiration.

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"I'd say so. Despite the fact that the marriage was an accident, Zaphod is not exactly Captain Purity - er, I think that's why many people like him."

Trill looks innocent.

"Maybe I should introduce you."

"Maybe you should." She smiles. "May as well get to know my. . . extended family, I guess."

"They're getting bigger, considering my association now to Antar. You know that you're royalty by marriage, despite not being married?"

She blinks. "Yeah? Cool. How'd that happen?"

"Well, I have a bond similar to yours and Jasin's. It was a bit of an accident, but I'm the consort to the king, which makes me a sort of semi-sister, and in royal standing. With Jasin as my husband, and you as ... well, I suppose they would call you his bondmate ... that makes the two of you royalty as well."

Trillian only sort of gets it.

She blinks, working this out.

"Oh." Beat. "Cool."

"If you ever want to see the place," Trillian smiles, "just let me know. They'll refer to you as Miss Nita or Lady Nita and offer you cookies and wine."

She makes a face. "I'm always telling people to just call me Nita, but I guess Lady might be appropriate, now."

"Antar has serious respect for rank. It's the kind of serious respect, though, where if you tell a page to just call you Nita, he will without a second thought, seeing as you said to."

"Gotcha," she laughs. "Where is Antar, anyway? I mean, do you know where it is in relation to Earth?"

"Well, it's outside the galaxy, at any rate. I think it's by messier 5, but I don't think that helps at all in explaining location. Um, 'far.' But I can open the door to Antar, if I need."

She grins. "The great thing about living next to a worldgate. So did you get there from here, or were you there before you got to the bar?"

It occurs to Nita that she really doesn't know much about Trillian, and that this should be remedied.

"I was brought there from here, by Max, to help him. I'm from Earth - from Islington, in England, if you've heard of it."

She has a feeling Nita may have.

She nods. "Yeah -- I wonder if it's the same Earth as mine."

"For your own sake, my dear, hope not."

Trillian looks a bit concerned. "What year are you from?"

She blinks. "AD 2005. Why?"

"... not my Earth, then. My Earth exploded, for the final time, in 1992."

More blinking.

"Your Earth exploded? Multiple times?"

"Yep. Twice. When the Vogons that demolished it the first time found out about the fact that there was a rebuilt version? They blew that one up too."

A moment of silence for Trillian's lost home.

Quietly -- "Geez, I'm sorry."

"Sometime, maybe I'll visit another England. See if they're similar."

"I get the impression that most worlds are more similar than we expect."

"There are odd parallels in everything," Trillian agrees, imagining Max and Moiraine.

"No kidding. This place seems to make them more obvious, though."

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