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Moira had a devil of a time getting the key out of its hiding place. She let herself in and, upon discovering the cat, knelt to pet it. She refilled the water and food dishes, filled a saucer from a small carton of cream she'd brought, and watched as it ate and drank. Then it rubbed up against her legs in classic 'This is my human now, thank you ( Read more... )

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Moira quickly tidied up the lab before hurrying to her room to change. She and Sean had dinner plans.
She beamed as she stepped out again.Fifty years old, returned from the dead, and she could still fit into her yellow dress. Moira was ready to go.

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Moira bustled about her laboratory/clinic, clearing the counters, organizing her own personal pharmacy,and generally keeping busy. She made a note to herself to call and see if Hank needed anything after what happened to the younger Guthrie boy a few nights before.

Then she heard someone at the door, and went to answer.

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Moira returned to her above-the-clinic apartment before Sean did, thank goodness.
Her fears were a little bit calmed, a little bit increased.
But enough of that. She put on a brave face for Sean. Once he was here, it could become more than a facade.

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All right. I did the question thing. Shatterstar asked. If ye want to be asked something, just say so.

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