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Fran's in the bar, alone this time. As always, she checks automatically to see if her door is there.
It takes a moment for the fact that, yes, it is to register.
She blinks, rubs her eyes, then goes quickly to grab the few things she wants from her room upstairs.
The door's still there when she returns. She takes a last look at the bar, hoping she'll be able to come back someday...but she suspects it won't be soon.
She leaves a message for her friends with Bar, telling them where she's gone and not to worry, wishing them the best.
It opens easily when she tries, and then, she's gone.
It takes a moment for the fact that, yes, it is to register.
She blinks, rubs her eyes, then goes quickly to grab the few things she wants from her room upstairs.
The door's still there when she returns. She takes a last look at the bar, hoping she'll be able to come back someday...but she suspects it won't be soon.
She leaves a message for her friends with Bar, telling them where she's gone and not to worry, wishing them the best.
It opens easily when she tries, and then, she's gone.