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The front door opens, and Ace wanders in, drooping and pale.
She had tried to go to Yorkshire.
That hadn't been Yorkshire. She hopes it wasn't Yorkshire. That it won't ever be Yorkshire.
It's getting closer. Like the far-flung arms of a spiral galaxy, the war has slashed through her life again, bringing with it a hint of the horror that's waiting for her, that her Professor has already experienced.
There is a slash down the left side of her face - it'll heal, it just hasn't yet, and she pays it no mind other than to pull her coat a little tighter on that side so as to keep blood from oozing down her collar.
If ever there was a day for a really really stiff drink, this is one. She clambers up onto a barstool, and sighs.
She had tried to go to Yorkshire.
That hadn't been Yorkshire. She hopes it wasn't Yorkshire. That it won't ever be Yorkshire.
It's getting closer. Like the far-flung arms of a spiral galaxy, the war has slashed through her life again, bringing with it a hint of the horror that's waiting for her, that her Professor has already experienced.
There is a slash down the left side of her face - it'll heal, it just hasn't yet, and she pays it no mind other than to pull her coat a little tighter on that side so as to keep blood from oozing down her collar.
If ever there was a day for a really really stiff drink, this is one. She clambers up onto a barstool, and sighs.