[[ second verse, same as the first ]]
The door's gone.
After almost a year, she walks back into Milliways and gets Bound immediately.
She'd laugh, but it's not really funny.
And it gets less funny as a day turns into two, and two melts into a week, and she's still here.
She's been in Milliways for nearly a month when she walks downstairs to the familiar sight of an exit that doesn't exist and approaches the counter with a resigned sigh.
"Bar, could I -- "
A glass and a bottle of riesling appear without further prompt, and she offers the bartop a humorless smile.
"Thanks."
After almost a year, she walks back into Milliways and gets Bound immediately.
She'd laugh, but it's not really funny.
And it gets less funny as a day turns into two, and two melts into a week, and she's still here.
She's been in Milliways for nearly a month when she walks downstairs to the familiar sight of an exit that doesn't exist and approaches the counter with a resigned sigh.
"Bar, could I -- "
A glass and a bottle of riesling appear without further prompt, and she offers the bartop a humorless smile.
"Thanks."