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She tells herself, when she pulls the door open and steps into Milliways, that she's doing it because she needs time to think.
She's not. She's doing it because she needs time in which her cell phone isn't ringing, and she's not worrying that he's worrying, and she doesn't have to deal, because she's ready to scream or run or throw something across the room.
So, officially, she's here to think, though honestly, she's not sure how much more thinking she can do about it. She's turned turned it over and over, done everything short of try to program it into the Angelator to see it from every angle. She's spun it around, and dissected it, turned it inside out and remade it, torn it apart and pieced it back together.
So she sits, and she thinks, and she hides, and she pretends she's actually going to drink that scotch, instead of just watching the ice melt.
She's not. She's doing it because she needs time in which her cell phone isn't ringing, and she's not worrying that he's worrying, and she doesn't have to deal, because she's ready to scream or run or throw something across the room.
So, officially, she's here to think, though honestly, she's not sure how much more thinking she can do about it. She's turned turned it over and over, done everything short of try to program it into the Angelator to see it from every angle. She's spun it around, and dissected it, turned it inside out and remade it, torn it apart and pieced it back together.
So she sits, and she thinks, and she hides, and she pretends she's actually going to drink that scotch, instead of just watching the ice melt.