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She is in the bar again.

She has been here before. A single appearance did not break the confines of this fragile space, nor a second, but a third?? How does the immensity of her presnce not overwhelm all who see her?

...they might not all be looking at the right places, but it would be difficult to miss them.

She is sitting at the bar again, with a cigarette and a glass of cheap brandy.

Come and do worship, ye sinners. Come and be corrupted, ye saints. She isn't picky.

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Nor did her mun, really. So this was bound from the start to be instructive for everyone involved.

"Hey gorgeous," she purred. "You smoke?" She offered the contents of an cigarette case.

"No, thank you." Of course he didn't smoke. He was 99.9% fuel efficient. But... Gorgeous? That was... interesting.

"Not many people do around here," she observes, sounding bemused. Where she's from, EVERYONE smokes. The KIDS smoke.

She lights another for herself. "So. Come here often?"

"I used to, more often than I do now. It's become... a random occurance for me anymore," he said. "Sometimes, when I open a door, it just happens to be Milliways on the other side."

"I see." She considers.

"So who do I have to pay off to get home?"

"I take it you don't see the door?" he asked, motioning behind him to where the door was - in his vision, anyway.

She shakes her head. "It went as soon as I closed it."

"Then I'm afraid you're Bound," he said. "I don't know how you would assume to get unBound, but usually it means that there's something here you need to accomplish," he said. This topic, he could manage. "Asking around usually helps - getting involved here and there to find out if there's anything you may have missed in life before."

"I was about to accomplish something kind of important," she says irately. "Does time pass in the other world while I'm here?"

"Usually, no," said Kitt. "Not for most. It wavers for others, passing slowly if not at all. But you should be able to return in more than enough time to accomplish whatever you wished."

"That's... all right, then." She puffs nervously at her cigarette.

"I take it your accomplishment-to-be held some great importance."

"Perhaps," she said quietly. "It might have kept my Roger out of trouble for a little while, anyway."

"Your Roger?" he asked, a bit curious. He rather hoped it meant what he hoped it did.

"My husband," she explains. "He's a little scatterbrained sometimes but who isn't, really?"

Husband.

It was as if, to him, the clouds of worry parted overhead and beams of relief like sunlight broke through.

"My partner is often like that," he agreed, able to really breathe again.

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