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[ladyfirestarter]

Charlie turns away from the little kitchenette's counter, and carries the two mugs of cocoa over to the couch.

"So you think it's helping, then? Cumulatively?"

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[thisfatefulhour]

"Can you feel anything else?"

[ladyfirestarter]

A long pause.

"No, but ... it's still there. Coming and going."

There's a tension starting in her posture, as she leans forward and puts down the near-empty mug.

"I don't know what's coming, but it might be a good idea to get you back safe before it starts."

[thisfatefulhour]

Privately, Charles isn't sure that Milliways is safer than here.

But he nods agreement, straightening. "All right."

[ladyfirestarter]

The permanent door is not far from her suite. Charlie walks him there, sees him through, assures him that yes, she will call if she needs his help.

And then turns to head down to Fred Towne's office, to see if he heard that.



About fifteen minutes later comes a certain phone call.