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Backdated to early Saturday in the wee hours of the morning. Set after these logs. Proteus Aftermath. In the wee hours of the morning, after all is said and done, Alison and Nathan lean on a wall and talk quietly outside Miles' room as he sleeps.
( There was a reassuring solidity to the wall behind her back, the stone floor she was sitting on. It was cold and unyielding; the natural dampness of a castle in Scotland making the various aches and stiffness in her body worse, but right now it was one of the best places to be. )
( There was a reassuring solidity to the wall behind her back, the stone floor she was sitting on. It was cold and unyielding; the natural dampness of a castle in Scotland making the various aches and stiffness in her body worse, but right now it was one of the best places to be. )