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[timsbooks]

Scene: The Front Door Of Milliways

Participants: Hellspawn (HS) and Real Tim(RT)

View: The door stands open, Hellspawn on the inside, the bar side, and the Real Tim on the outside. Both men seem to be directing thier words towards each other, but thier movements are mirror images.

The Song:

HS:I tried to tell her, tried to tell her.

RT: I

Comments

[gaelic_fae_girl]

Molly was in the bar. Of course she was. She wanted an explanation like NOW.

But then she heard singing.

And she watched the two Tims, and she found herself tempted to go over. To reach out. To talk. Before her heart screamed out in pain. Lest they all burn.

"Tim..."

She wanted to cry, but she found herself singing in return.

no one's picking up the phone

[gaelic_fae_girl]

Molly was still crying some, but also angrily saying, "Always like this. Running off and pulling something like this. Does it really matter which is the right world at this point? I thought that wasn't an issue anymore?"

[timsbooks]

"His realness always matters to him."

A long pause.

"Could you imagine what it would do to his head, to, after all this, find out he's not the real one? That someone else can do to him what he's done?"

[gaelic_fae_girl]

Molly knew the answer.

"It would kill him..." she faintly replied.

[timsbooks]

A slight lowering of his voice.

"That these decisions that he's had to make, that these lives he's ruined, were not meant to be his problem?"

A nod.

"It's been ripping him to pieces. Because he knows, KNOWS he didn't make you."

[gaelic_fae_girl]

Molly bristled at that, and thought of Mr. Wrong, 'Sir Timothy', telling her how he made copies of her....

"Make me? Of course he didn't make me! Why would he even think that?"

[timsbooks]

He pats himself.

"Tim made me. He made The Other too. All those tims he's finding room for? We're not alternate dimension things, we're creations of his.... Like Awn, the toy soldiers, Crimpel and the Wobbly."

[gaelic_fae_girl]

Molly remarked quietly, "I know about Awn the Blink, Crimple, Tanger, and the rest. They were living in my attic for some years to hide from him. Knew about the Other, sort of."

She added, "That still doesn't explain why he would even think he made me."

[timsbooks]

"You're a Molly."

Pause.

"You're not the Molly from his current Timeline."

Pause.

"Therefor, because he did not make you, you are real. He is real. But you're both not from the same world. Hence, something is wrong."

[gaelic_fae_girl]

"So? There's been other people here from alternate worlds of each other as I understand it. Why would ours be any different?"

[timsbooks]

A shake of the head.

"It doesn't work that way for Tims Molly."

"Besides, he's read the comics, he knows he fucked it up."

[gaelic_fae_girl]

"Oh... those... I remember them." Molly remarked quietly.

She added, "And what happened in mine is any better? He still has parents now, even if one of them's Titania. Most of them are dead in mine." Another idle fingering of the Twilight gem on her neck. Things got better, but she felt some bitterness toward her for a long time.

[timsbooks]

"His dads still alive...'
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Memory check.

'And, according to the last one, he's back on good terms with Titania."

[gaelic_fae_girl]

Molly frowned as she remembered, "Right... it's been a long time since I've seen him. Been away from Ravenknoll Estates and Hackney for so long, easy to forget."

[timsbooks]

He touches her.

Not there, just on the shoulder, geez!

"Don't worry. He's not doing it yet, I don't think."

[gaelic_fae_girl]

Hey, with Hellspawn, you never know!

Molly asked, "Does it matter? He won't listen to me if I tell him that he shouldn't, will he?"