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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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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.

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