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[his_sarah_jane]

Like most nights, Sarah Jane is by the fire place, curled up in an armchair and resting her head against a pillow she had brought down with her from upstairs. A small gauze pad is still taped carefully on to her cheek to cover the cut, and if one would look carefully, the hint of rope burn could be seen on her left wrist where her shirt sleeve had hitched up.

She's still reading The Time Machine, and reading rather intently by the look of things. After all, the Morlocks have just entered the scene.