[Milliways: back in Haddyn]

[slayer_fray]

It's just as she remembers it. Just as she dreams it, on the nights she's not dreaming of his death, or his return, or of Hell, or of one of the many many flashbacks that take the place of regular dreams in Mel's head

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[dreamer_fray]

It might have been months or minutes back at the bar. More likely minutes.

Then Harth Fray follows, only a few heartbeats later - as ever - from her point of view, a grin on his face, anticipating. He walks slowly closer behind her, clouds of vamp-dust swirling around his feet.

"Well, Hi again, Mel."

[slayer_fray]

She doesn't turn round until she's stood, hand reaching and pulling out the scythe on her back.

"Hey, Harth."

[dreamer_fray]

His smile widens, watching her hand as it wraps around the scythe-handle. Deliberately slowly, he stretches, thin arms extending.

Back to work.

Oh, he's been waiting for this.

"...Where were we, then?"

[slayer_fray]

"Well," Mel says, beginning a few practice swings, "if I remember right, we were chasing each other to the end of the universe."