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There had been a time when Jack's Friday night would have included experiencing seven or more simultaneous pleasures in the Lotus galaxy, or maybe drinking hypervodka martinis while chatting up the local girls on Borak 4. Or maybe he'd have been busy at a real bacchanal. Those were always fun. And you couldn't have more fun than getting arrested in
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Nothing was happening.
She went into the compound, walking slowly down the halls and taking it all in. What was different, what was the same. How long she'd been there. She went into the kitchen and paused in the doorway. This was familiar. Jack had been there for as long as she could remember. Why some and not others, she mused internally. Why did everyone from the Disc seem so prone to coming and going while others didn't.
"Good evening," she said, then paused, "possibly morning."
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It seemed like forever since they'd had a conversation of substance, but that happened with the busy lives they had. And it didn't help that they did such vastly different things.
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"Olivia walks now, and says words, entire ones, that mean something. It's rather unnerving. I'm fairly certain yesterday she was a tiny lump prone to crying, and now she's... not. I'm quite certain I remember having a life before her, I'm just not entirely sure I remember what that life was like." She poured herself a cup of what was stale, cold coffee and didn't give a damn, sitting at the table and taking a sip of it, black, anyway.
"People going, less faces looking familiar than they used to. It's strange. How are you?"
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Of course there was a change on the horizon but Jack had no intention of talking about it until it happened. He had his superstitions.
"She's really walking and talking?" he asked. "Has William taught her to write yet?"
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"She's like a tiny little pre-human, it's bizarre. Not writing yet, though, no. I can't imagine it will take her long, she's so bloody observant. Keen gaze for something so tiny. Though not so tiny as she was a year ago," she sighed.
"I can't believe we've been here so long."
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"You and William should come. Might as well celebrate it, right?"
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"...fuck," she commented, then let out a gust of a laugh. "Maybe, yes."
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"So what's wrong, Maladicta? You're not your usual sunshiney self." Sunshiney might have not been the adjective he was searching for.
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"Ha, ha," she said, then sighed. "Angua's gone. It's still raw. Doubly so since Vimes went, it doesn't... it's hard to remember some days getting up, that they're not there any longer."
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Vimes's disappearance had been hard all around. He'd been such a fixture that it was hard to imagine this place without him. But it happened to everyone eventually, it seemed.
"Are you all right? I mean really?"
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"It's different than it used to be. I used to hope Sacharissa would come back, I used to be glad for Jim that Pam did, I used to... Olivia's made everything different. I have a responsibility there that I've never had before, I've never not been able to walk away. But I have to stay, for her, where I only ever wanted to, however badly, for William. Seeing Angua go, seeing Vimes and Lady Sybil and Young Sam go, that's... It makes me..." She frowned, slowly, and forced the words out.
"Afraid. For the future. In a way I never have been before."
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It was funny how it never really occurred to him that he might vanish.
"I get that," he said, sighing softly. "After Peter and Gwen vanished...Tosh and Owen and Jackson...Kids change everything."
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