The Edge of the Preserve, then Further In, Friday Evening

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Marshall stood at the edge of the preserve, hands in his pockets as he waited for Scully to arrive. His handwavy phonecall had been vague at best, just, "Can we meet? I kinda need to talk about something," so he really, really hoped she could help him. Somehow

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Scully had gotten Marshall's phone call, and feeling like if her Little Brother needed to talk, the least she could do was make it easy on him. So she'd brought mochas for both of them, and smiled when she saw him. "Hey, Marshall. Anywhere you want to go?" she asked, starting to walk into the Preserve.

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"Just somewhere to... talk, I guess?" He followed behind her. "So, uh. Anything weird happen to you last weekend?"

Someone had been avoiding the radio, yes.

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"Quite a bit," Scully said, glancing at him, and wishing she'd listened to the Radio for clues about what happened to him. "I, uh. Gave birth. And almost killed Bruce Wayne, if you know him. It was fairly overdramatic."

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"He's okay?" Marshall asked. "I mean, it sounds like everything just kinda went back to normal afterwards, but -- he's okay?"