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It's early morning in Milliways when the door slowly opens and a small, blonde girl peeks her head through.
It's been a while.
With a wide, bright grin, she confidently strolls inside and clambers onto a barstool. "Hi!" she greets Bar cheerfully, legs already swinging. "Missed you. Chocolate milkshake, please!"
And the milkshake appears.
She's missed this place. She understood why her uncle peferred it if she didn't spend all her time here ("You need to go to school, Kicker. I'd rather you be with your father than me, he's not going to be happy if he finds out where we've been --") but asking her to stay away forever because it's not safe is just... well, impossible. "It's okay," she had told him. "I've got people who'll protect me, if you can't."
She wasn't surprised that he believed her. It was, after all, the truth.
So, one seven-year-old, sitting at Bar with a milkshake, facing the crowd and searching for anyone she knows with wide, hazel eyes.
It's been a while.
With a wide, bright grin, she confidently strolls inside and clambers onto a barstool. "Hi!" she greets Bar cheerfully, legs already swinging. "Missed you. Chocolate milkshake, please!"
And the milkshake appears.
She's missed this place. She understood why her uncle peferred it if she didn't spend all her time here ("You need to go to school, Kicker. I'd rather you be with your father than me, he's not going to be happy if he finds out where we've been --") but asking her to stay away forever because it's not safe is just... well, impossible. "It's okay," she had told him. "I've got people who'll protect me, if you can't."
She wasn't surprised that he believed her. It was, after all, the truth.
So, one seven-year-old, sitting at Bar with a milkshake, facing the crowd and searching for anyone she knows with wide, hazel eyes.