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Dave has been hardly in his apartment these last three days, busy buying presents for his father and brother (inevitably it ends up being ties, but he still spends hours staring hopelessly at different items trying to decide) and wrapping up business in his legal office for the holidays

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For all her sight, all her dreams -- she'd never thought she'd be spending the Christmas holiday in this fashion, far from her family and childhood home.

Kim's fairly certain that she'd have been welcomed by several of those in town -- certainly Glastonbury's people have made its newest doctor feel as much at home as possible -- but she'd chosen not to make her absence of plans known.

She spends the morning walking some of the paths near her cottage, then calls her parents as soon as the time difference will allow, wishing them happy holidays and much love.

Evening finds her curled up on her small sofa, her feet tucked under her and her hands wrapped around a cup of coffee. Kim stares off into space, her thoughts far, far away from the quiet room.

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Dave's Christmas is surprisingly free of shouting!

Which is, for the Martyniuk clan, something to be proud of in and of itself.

Still - building family relations back where they have shattered is a slow process, and should not be strained or moved to quickly. So Dave is more than a little relieved, when all is said and done, to have an excuse to say goodbye to his father on the evening of Christmas Day, and get into the peaceful silence of his car, and drive to the airport.

. . . which is, predictably, a zoo, but when you're a man Dave's size, that's not as frustrating as it might be to the smaller and more easily crowded.

He sleeps surprisingly well on the flight over the Atlantic.

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She goes to her office the next morning; it may be a small clinic, but it's hers, and it's more of a relief than she likes to admit to not face life-threatening emergencies and battle-caused wounds.

There are no scheduled patients, of course, but there's no harm in occupying herself with the minutiae of little administrative tasks that need attention while she waits, just in case.

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It's a very grand gesture to hear that a friend is lonely and fly across the ocean to cheer them up.

. . . it's slightly anticlimactic to arrive at their house, knock on the door, and find that they aren't there.

Feeling somewhat disgruntled, rather stupid, and all of a sudden significantly unsure of himself, Dave goes to find a pub or something to pass the hours until the evening.

(If she's not there then . . . he doesn't know. Leave a message and fly back, he guesses. How much does it even cost to use payphones in England?)