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He's showered and eaten a very light meal of soup and crackers,a nd he's downstairs now, in the bar, trying to write a note to put up on the baord asking for Dr Malcolm Crowe to contact him. He's got several balled up drafts scattered around him, but he will ge the note written and posted before he goes back upstairs.

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A messy blond haired girl in a black school uniform wanders over and leans over from behind him. "You seem frustrated. Is there anything I can help with?" She asks in worry.

Connor looks up and smiles softly. "I just can't get the words right."

She smiles and nods. "Perhaps a second opinion would help?"

Connor shows her what he has written on the paper in front of him.

Seeking Dr Malcolm Crowe. My sister, Sara Sidle tells me she has spoken to you about my situation, so I hope this is not going to hit you out of the blue. I would like to speak with you about some personal issues

The messy blond haired girl reads over the text carefully, then smiles with a simple nod looking to him. "It looks good to me."

"Thanks." Connor turns the paper back around so it's in front of him.

"I'm Connor, by the way."

She walks around and takes a seat in the booth across from him, tugging down at her skirt. "My name is Isaac." Though, she doubts he will believe it, she offers a friendly smile, nonetheless.

"Isaac's a beautiful name. Where are you from?" He's not bound by the sterotypical belief that Isaac is a boy's name. He thinks it suits her just fine.

She shifts in her seat, crossing her legs and tugging at her skirt. "I am from a small village called Vale on the continent of Angara."

Not from his world then. But, it seemed most people he met in Milliways were from alternate worlds.

"I'm from Ireland, spent some time in the states before I came here." Came. As if he had a choice.

She didn't understand the places he spoke of, but nods in response nonetheless with a soft smile.

"Have you been here long?" Connor asks, changing the subject.

She nods once in reply. "I have been here for several mots at least. I can't seem to find my way back home." She looks to the side and thinks for a moment then looks back to him. "What about you?"

"I've been here a while." Connor said with a bit of melancholy. "My brother is here, and a sister we adopted. He adopted, before I came, actually."

She blinks. "Oh you have a brother? That must be nice." She smiles brightly.

"Twins," Connor asays proudly. As if he had anything to do with it.

"You have any siblings?"

She saddens and shakes her head. "None. Though, my friends both had siblings of their own, one moreso than the other." Garet had two or three as she recalled. And Jenna? Well who could forget about their childhood friend, Felix...

"Friends can be just as close aas siblings, sometimes." Connor offers a smile.

She looks up and blinks then smiles softly with a vague nod. "Yes I guess you are right. My friend, Garet is almost like a brother to me, in a way. Thank you."

Connor smiles. "Think of him as a brother you chose. That's how it is with Sara. She's our sister because we chose her. or she chose us."

She blinks. "Did you say Sara? What is her surname?" She asks in all curiosity.

"Sidle. Sara Sidle." Sara's a common enough name, Connor oesn't think it's likely Isaac knows his Sara.

She slowly blinks, then sits back. She feels as if she has heard of that name before, but where? "Um...thank you..." She says softly.

"You're...welcome." Connor raises an eyebrow. "Everything okay?"

She tugs at her skirt again, looking up to him with a soft blush and nods her head slowly. "Y-yes, everything is fine..." She replies timidly.

"If you say so." Connor smiled warmly.

She looks to his smile and returns a soft smile. That made her feel a bit better. Her fingers idly pluck and pull at the fabric of her skirt.

"Well, this looks familiar. Though from th' other side, ya understand."

Another twin, also cleaned up (though still a bit scruffy looking), sits down on the other side of the booth with an order of paradoxes.

"Aye, well." Connor takes a sip of his drink. No food, he's eaten enough.

"'S good to be back in my own skin."

It probably should be noted said food is plated in a smaller portion than normal.

"I'll not argue that, deartháir." A bite before continuing. "Ya havin' any better luck with th' words than I did, then?"

"I don't know." Connor sighed and showed Murphy the paper:

Seeking Dr Malcolm Crowe. My sister, Sara Sidle tells me she has spoken to you about my situation, so I hope this is not going to hit you out of the blue. I would like to speak with you about some personal issues

"I feel like the words just aren't right."

A shrug. "Doesn't look any worse than th' one I'd wrote. Then again, I wound up usin' what Sara suggested before we had that arguement."

A mirroring shrug, and he doesn't know what to say, really. Seems they'd been fighting about that argument when the curse hit them.

And that was something Connor didn't want to think about. He's dead.

Not really something Murphy wants to think on either.

"That fucker ever shows up again, he's gettin' a grenade in th' eye socket." Unaware he's spoken the words.

Connor only nods. Takes another sip of his drink.

He sighs and shoves the plate towards his brother. "Can't finish 'em off."

There's still what would seem a third of the average order.

Connor put a hand up to push the plate back to the middle of the table. "I did good to get that soup down upstiars."

"We'll save 'em fer later, then." He walks over to the bar and gets something to stash the leftovers in.

Another shrug as he returns. "Didn't think I was that much off, is all."

"It's been a rough couple weeks." Connor shrugged. he didn't really care to say any more about it. "I think I've got this done." He gestured at his note. "You wanna head upstairs?"

"Aye."

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