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[witchoftwominds]

She's as pretty as she thinks is possible for her. Her hair is less stringy than usual, her face not splotchy or shiny, and her clothes neither too baggy nor too tight.

It's the best she can hope for.

So, with a deep breath, she uses the key Jack gave her to open the door into his world.

Hopefully, he hasn't forgotten her.

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[timsbooks]

He simply can't forget her. She's a part of him, now, now and always, even if they should break up.

But as for him, well, it's early morning in London, which means that she is treated to an exquisite view of his bruised and bloody back as he is stripping off his costume, getting ready for the few hours of sleep he actually gets.

It's his bedroom, a beautiful place, more like the room of a king, really. It helps to be the ward of a millionaire, it gives you a bed big enough for four comfortably.

[witchoftwominds]

Agnes walks through the door and closes it softly behind her. The bedroom wasn't exactly the room she was expecting, but somehow, it seems appropriate.

When she sees the mess made of Jack's back, though, she gasps loudly, putting a hand to her mouth.

So much for surprising him.

[timsbooks]

He spins on the balls of his feet, hand cocked to sling spells. But he relaxes when he notices her, a wide smile crossing his face.

"Agnes!"

[witchoftwominds]

She half-cocks a hand to block, then grins when she sees his smile.

"Hi. I hope this isn't a bad time?"

[the_boudica]

((Hi - sorry to interrupt like this. I just stumbled across this journal and I absolutely had to ask you who the woman is in your "know who I am" icon! She's exactly how I imagined Agnes Nitt!))

[witchoftwominds]

((That would be Melanie Lynskey.))

[the_boudica]

((Thanks a lot! Good stuff you're writing here, by the way.))