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Isn't this place a little bit of heaven... and that's one goddamn place she never expected to be. It's been a beautiful little respite, a couple carefree days which is a couple more carefree days than she expected to have. And what a relief to know time hasn't been passing outside while they've been sleeping and eating and talking and men, men, men, and she can hardly bear the thought of giving it up.
But she owes her brother, and she's a part of this whole thing just like Beth and Beth Junior. And Spike, although he's been the silent partner in the whole affair. They'll be here any minute. Her timing isn't bad at all; she sets down her empty coke glass and stands just as Beth, Spike, and Junior suddenly appear next to that portrait of the dogs playing poker. It always freaks her out just a little bit, seeing people climb out of a picture.
They walk toward the bar, where Spike leaves a pile of paper: peeking over his shoulder she sees notes for Tom and Door, Ingress, Elaine le Blanke, and Faye Valentine. If they have any lingering remorse about going back, none of them are showing it... much.
Moving over to the door together, she knows there really isn't a goddamn thing she can say, so she doesn't say a goddamn thing. Instead she turns back, looks around one more time, and by the time her attention's returned to her travel companions there are only two of them visible, although she knows the third is still there but hidden. With a single nod in their direction, her hand grasps the doorknob and gives it a good tug.
See you later, bar.
When the door closes behind them, the church looks exactly like it did when they first saw it... except for that little rock now lying on the medieval stone floor.
But she owes her brother, and she's a part of this whole thing just like Beth and Beth Junior. And Spike, although he's been the silent partner in the whole affair. They'll be here any minute. Her timing isn't bad at all; she sets down her empty coke glass and stands just as Beth, Spike, and Junior suddenly appear next to that portrait of the dogs playing poker. It always freaks her out just a little bit, seeing people climb out of a picture.
They walk toward the bar, where Spike leaves a pile of paper: peeking over his shoulder she sees notes for Tom and Door, Ingress, Elaine le Blanke, and Faye Valentine. If they have any lingering remorse about going back, none of them are showing it... much.
Moving over to the door together, she knows there really isn't a goddamn thing she can say, so she doesn't say a goddamn thing. Instead she turns back, looks around one more time, and by the time her attention's returned to her travel companions there are only two of them visible, although she knows the third is still there but hidden. With a single nod in their direction, her hand grasps the doorknob and gives it a good tug.
See you later, bar.
When the door closes behind them, the church looks exactly like it did when they first saw it... except for that little rock now lying on the medieval stone floor.