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When Nita comes into the bar from her run around the lake today, she absently passes by the door like any other day. Then -- pauses, and backtracks a couple steps.
Holding her breath, she puts out her hand and tries the doorknob.
It turns.
Nita's face lights up, and her smile only widens when she cracks open the door and sees Grand Central Station around the edge.
But she can't just leave -- not with, well, everything as it is. So she hurries to the Bar, requests some paper and a pencil, and starts jotting notes.
Tom -- I've been Unbound. I'd really, really like to get home ASAP, but since I'm still employed by you, I don't want to just run off. Especially not with how things stand. Can we talk? You know where to find me, of course. --Nita
Hey -- I've been Unbound! I'll be heading home as soon as a few things are taken care of here. If I don't get a chance to say goodbye to you, I'm sorry. I don't know how long I'll be gone, bar-time, but I want to spend some quality time with my own world. I won't get into any trouble I can't handle, okay?
--Nita
That last line is meant to be reassuring. No, really.
Finally, she pulls out her manual and fires off messages to Kit and Dairine.
I'm Unbound. Find me. I won't leave without talking to you.
All that done, she settles onto a barstool, looking happier than she has in weeks.
Holding her breath, she puts out her hand and tries the doorknob.
It turns.
Nita's face lights up, and her smile only widens when she cracks open the door and sees Grand Central Station around the edge.
But she can't just leave -- not with, well, everything as it is. So she hurries to the Bar, requests some paper and a pencil, and starts jotting notes.
Tom -- I've been Unbound. I'd really, really like to get home ASAP, but since I'm still employed by you, I don't want to just run off. Especially not with how things stand. Can we talk? You know where to find me, of course. --Nita
Hey -- I've been Unbound! I'll be heading home as soon as a few things are taken care of here. If I don't get a chance to say goodbye to you, I'm sorry. I don't know how long I'll be gone, bar-time, but I want to spend some quality time with my own world. I won't get into any trouble I can't handle, okay?
--Nita
That last line is meant to be reassuring. No, really.
Finally, she pulls out her manual and fires off messages to Kit and Dairine.
I'm Unbound. Find me. I won't leave without talking to you.
All that done, she settles onto a barstool, looking happier than she has in weeks.