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[Someone is very upset. Someone also realizes there's a certain protocol to follow when these things happen, always some person informing the City of a departure. Someone doesn't want to.

And her T-shirt - I was cursed into the body of a 90 year old woman, and all I got was this lousy T-shirt - which she is doing her best trying to hide, is not helping with her mood at all. Quietly:]

I know he had friends here, so I should probably tell you. As of yesterday, Howl Jenkins, Pendragon, and whatever other silly silly name is...

[She fiddles with the hem of her shirt.] Gone. [Just a painting on a wall somewhere. And who knows - everyone talks of departure in such different ways - who knows if she'll see him again.

Fiddle. Fiddle, fiddle.] This - [Suddenly angry, she stretches her shirt out and glares at the camera.] - is incomplete. I got many, many other things from the experience! But of course, it's not about that, is it? It's about pouring salt over an opened wound.

Oooh, if only - I would give some Deities such a spanking.

[She clamps her mouth shut. Now's not the time to stick out her neck again, even if she really wants to. Before she says anything else, she turns the device off.]

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I'm so sorry, Sophie. About Howl, I mean. Is there anything I can do to help that doesn't involve making the deities extremely mad?

...I don't - I can't think of anything.

Okay. If you do, though... I mean, what're friends for?

Have you had someone really, really important leave suddenly?

[Hey, Sophie. Chekov's hanging around--not going to work and not fiddling with the things taking up the living room, which has been going on for four days now--in a ridiculously over-sized corduroy jacket. The long sleeves are making the act of brewing tea far more difficult than it ought to be, thank you.]

As much as I would like to see you discipline the deities, I think being angry with them accomplishes very little.

A few, yeah...

[And yet, she's watching him without any rising need to stand up from her armchair and help him. Dear lord, she'd sulking. She's being...Howlish.]

No, it's not helping me, either.

And what do you do?

Well... the first time, I cried a lot and then worked until I was too tired to cry. The next time I cried even more, but one of my friends talked me down and made it easier to keep on going. Then that friend left, and now I'm just... trying to be okay.

For the record, the second one was probably the best way to deal.

[A pause...] I think Pavel is going to exhaust himself making tea. [A small laugh, though.]

I should take your wise advice to heart, then.

[She's allowed. Chekov's rather set on executing this relatively simple task himself anyway.]

No, it's not. [Sorry, but Sophie won't be getting any platitudes from this corner.] Tea?

[Maybe that's what helps. Lo, she is now Howl and Pavel is her in this scenario. At least she's not sliming everything.]

Tea would be lovely, yes.

[After a second thought, she focuses on his sleeves.] I could lift those for you, you know?

I don't know how wise it is, but if it helps...

Sophie? You know... this probably sounds dumb, but when bad things happen to me, I just tell myself that that's part of living. Everything happens, and the bad parts help us appreciate the good parts even more.

It doesn't sound dumb, Penny. It takes a considerable amount of strength to get up when life keeps knocking you down, I've found.

[The lack of slime is sincerely appreciated.

Chekov pauses; clearly it hasn't occurred to him to do something as simple as that, much to his embarrassment.] No, no... this is fine. How do you take your tea? Strong, weak? And there is sugar, honey, jam...

[He takes a moment to roll his sleeves up.]

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Then you'll be okay. You're strong, and you'll get through this.

Yes - surely. It hurts, but - surely...

I meant - sew them up. Although that works, too. [She pauses for a moment.]

Jam? In tea?

Oh--no. I have no intention of wearing this beyond today.

[What. What did... what.] Yes, jam in tea. Is that so unusual?

You will. Even if it never stops hurting completely, you'll be okay.

I've never heard of jam in tea, before...

[Sounds odd enough to distract her from the brooding thoughts at the front of her mind, though. Good for jam.] Why are you wearing it? Do you have one of these?

I still do think the deities should be put in place someway.

I'm sorry.

About Mr. Howl leaving. And, the um, incomplete T-shirt.

Maybe it's only common in Russia. Sugar, then?

[He sighs as he begins some kind of elaborate tea-pouring ritual involving two teapots--one full of hot water, one full of very strong tea.] I do, yes.

Ah - yes. I don't know what to say - thank you, maybe?

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