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[stilljustandrew]

*He rolls over in his blanket-nest on the floor to face the wall, clutching one of the pillows to his stomach. The bed is empty, but Andrew has not slept in it since finding out the nature of the one with whom he so briefly shared it.*

*He's waking up, after too little and too troubled sleep, and would much rather not be.*

*The door opens.*

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[balletrat]

I knew you'd see the light.

*Meg glances down at her wrist, then up at Andrew, her eyes limpid and open now.* Shall we, then?

[stilljustandrew]

*Tonight.*

*It'll have to be tonight, then. Whether or not Tim can manage the caught-out-of-time spell, whether or not he can get the protective charm around Meg's neck, whether or not Warren and Jonathan have come up with anything at all -- they've run out of time.*

*One way or another, it ends tonight.*

*Andrew lets go of Meg's wrist and gets to his feet, a grim shadow in his eyes.*

After you.

[balletrat]

*Meg curtseys mockingly, and then heads out the door