Meg Ford has her hands full as she comes into Milliways today.

And then, suddenly, she doesn't, as the bottom of her grocery bag splits in dramatic fashion.

She just (barely) manages to catch the bottle of shampoo, and the bread lands at her feet and stays there, but a half dozen oranges promptly go rolling in a half dozen directions.

Meg doesn't think either of them ever suggested that they make lunch a standing appointment, but it seems to have become one. It's easier, maybe, to have structure and a pattern, to not have to make a conscious decision about when to knock on the door between their rooms. Or maybe it's just a habit they fall into for no reason, if a "habit" can ( Read more... )

Sometimes, it helps to see things written down ( Read more... )

Meg and Dean talk about music, for about five minutes ( Read more... )

Castiel is waiting in the desk chair when Meg lets herself back into her room from her visit to Dean's. She just barely manages to bite back the scream of surprise.

Castiel puts down the copy of Persuasion he's been flipping through and regards her with his usual placid expression. And asks her how it's going ( Read more... )

Meg stands in Castiel's room with her back against the door to Dean's room and her eyes closed and counts until she reaches seven hundred and forty-three ( Read more... )

[ From here . . . Meg's not sure what to expect ( Read more... )

Her eyelids feel heavy, like opening them would be too much work and it's a better idea to just lie here with them closed and listen to things ( Read more... )

It's actually a little terrifying, in Meg's opinion, how quickly Parker Lee gets things done ( Read more... )

[ After this.Kim's hair is pretty unmistakable. Meg can, therefore, spot her sister from the doorway, and is about to go over to her table, when Kim gets up and heads for the infirmary ( Read more... )