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It's cold outside now, cold enough to punch right through her coat, to the thin shirt she wears underneath.
She doesn't care.
She's sitting on the grass, even though it's cold and damp, slowly soaking her trousers.
She doesn't care about that, either.
She has five crystals in her hands, all roughly cuboidal, each throwing a sparkling image into the air that glows, casting an odd light on her face.
Susan.
Cuthbert.
Sheemie.
Alain.
Doctor
All smiling. All happy.
And she misses them all so much.
That, that she cares about quite a bit.
She doesn't care.
She's sitting on the grass, even though it's cold and damp, slowly soaking her trousers.
She doesn't care about that, either.
She has five crystals in her hands, all roughly cuboidal, each throwing a sparkling image into the air that glows, casting an odd light on her face.
Susan.
Cuthbert.
Sheemie.
Alain.
Doctor
All smiling. All happy.
And she misses them all so much.
That, that she cares about quite a bit.