[Interior:
The Coliseum, a crowded bar. A slight, blond teenager pushes his way through the melee. Dressed in formal school uniform, the words Lumen Christi are inscribed beneath an insignia on his blazer pocket. He must have come straight from said school, to judge by the oversized bookbag slung across his back. The white frills of what could be a
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Your mother isn't here, I'm sorry. Are you all right?
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That's five of you now. Knowing my name.
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I'm sorry, it must be a bit of a shock. I'm Dr. Cameron. I--
[She hesitates just a second. Well, it's plausible, and not even a lie really, even if it's probably not the most comforting thing she could come up with--]
I worked briefly with your father, a while ago.
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Figures he wouldn't call himself. Well you can tell him I'm fine. Mum's... Mum's fine.
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He isn't here, either. And I'm not calling for him;...
[She stops as though mid-sentence, but can't think of anything to say that wouldn't seem bizarre.]
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...You were just explaining how you knew my name. Have I met you? I'm sorry, I don't remember.
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[Yet, at least. And people here were used to dealing with this kind of situation on a daily basis; unfathomable. It was strange enough that she half regretted replying to him.]
Where you are right now-- it's complicated. I wanted to make sure you were getting along okay.
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[She shifts a little in the picture, crossing her arms. Impatient. What a surprise.]
It's a strange place at the best of times. I was going to say, if you need a hand getting around, let me know.
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You're not busy?
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Not too busy to help, if you need it.
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I'm not sure where she'd be, Robert.
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