The Dignitary spins the big comfy chair. Aradia is asleep, curled up, her head cocked and leaned over the side.
He says he has already taken the liberty of tracking her down for you, seeing how she is your ticket out of this paradimensional mess.
"You obviously know more than you're letting on. You know that this is looping. That if I fuck up, the day starts over. Then tell me what I need to do."
[color=lightblue]"Don't worry about it. You don't owe me anything."[/color]
She grabs her hat and heads out the door.
[color=lightblue]"Well... See you tomorrow."[/color]
She hails a cab and rides home.
"Sister...being nice, helpful, and not insane. Aradia, alive and well. I have a son, who aside from youth behavioral issues, is fine. How the hell is this reality bad?"
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