"Oh dear," she said, rather more sympathically. "I'm sorry, then. Look," getting to her feet, and shaking them a bit to get rid of the water, "why don't we go sit down and. Have something to drink, maybe? There are some books I was meaning to send you. And we can talk about what happened. To tell you the truth, I'm a little worried about Gabriel. Or Sylar."
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Date: 2008-08-13 06:05 am (UTC)