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[OOM: A shapechanger and a mutant meet.] It doesn't go well for either of them.
Sylvie's finishing a letter to a recent new acquaintance, when she looks up and sees the front door swing open to admit someone from another world.
It doesn't vanish this time, but stays visible.
She freezes. NOW?
Time to go home. Or nearly so. She has a promise to keep here, if she can, first.
Yet in spite of everything, she can't keep a grin off her face. She's missed home, troublesome or not.
She smiles at Bar. "One for the road, then?" she asks.
Bar obliges with a cold beer and fried paradoxes. Sylvie takes them, going for a table near the Observation Window.
Sylvie's finishing a letter to a recent new acquaintance, when she looks up and sees the front door swing open to admit someone from another world.
It doesn't vanish this time, but stays visible.
She freezes. NOW?
Time to go home. Or nearly so. She has a promise to keep here, if she can, first.
Yet in spite of everything, she can't keep a grin off her face. She's missed home, troublesome or not.
She smiles at Bar. "One for the road, then?" she asks.
Bar obliges with a cold beer and fried paradoxes. Sylvie takes them, going for a table near the Observation Window.