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Michelle comes into the bar in jeans and a pink sweater. It's been a while since she's seen Milliways and sometimes has to remind herself that the last few years have really happened.
A moment later and she almost trips on the hem of the light blue gown she's now wearing.
She looks down, unable to see her feet, her body draped in layers of fabric, and her hands half-covered with light blue lace.
Suddenly she feels like she should be on a balcony brooding.
"No," she says, having a sinking feeling about what day it is, a glance around the bar revealing what she already suspected.
Milliways at the witching hour.
At least there will probably be candy.