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[milkbonesoldier]

Wells' place is not the most entertaining or exciting house in the world, which is probably why he agreed to whatever Ace's idea of a fair way to kill time in London might be. He's got the cellular phone, after all. So long as they stay within striking distance of St. Bart's, they should be all right.

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[nitro_is_ace]

They should be, yes. The only problem is, they can't seem to find anything to do. ... Correction: Ace can find lots of things to do, but she keeps getting shot down.

"We could flick stones at the royal guard."

"I don't think so, Ace."

"We could... give bad directions to the tourists at the London Eye!"

"Ace... no."

"We could... oh, I know, give a lecture 'bout the dangers of Daleks at the Speaking Stone. That's t'day, isn't it?"

"Ace..."

"Nonono, I've got it, we can liberate a small army of ducklings to charge en masse across the Milennium Bridge."

"..."

Luckily, Wells' phone rings before Ace can come up with any more nifty ideas.

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells makes a mental note to thank Hephaestos (or at least someone in that general pantheon) and flips the phone open. "Yeah?" he says, and then his expression changes. "Ah, I see. That was quick, wasn't it- how much lon- that soon, eh?"

He glances over at Ace.

"Be over shortly, then. I want to be there as soon as the doctors'll let me."

[nitro_is_ace]

There is bouncing. Discrete bouncing. Ace might not be overly enamored with babies in general... but this is a new baby, and moreover, it belongs to someone else.

"How soon?"

[milkbonesoldier]

Wells clicks the phone shut. "She's down in the delivery room now. Seems she'd got this idea into her head that it'd be easier to have the kid under water, so they've got her in the pool. I expect it'll all be over with bar the mopping up by the time we get there."