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I hope it's got a door!

Should I visit?

You've been there, luv!

Yes, but it has been quite a while. What if the walls think I am strange?

Well... I dunno. Spose I've never considered what the walls think a' me. But the people there would all remember you, 'n like you!

I will attempt it, because you are my friend. I warn you that I had a bad day today, so if they mock me I will be in a harsh mood.

It'll be great to see you luv! ...Why was it a bad day?

I think that I was disowned.

*looks alarmed, and knits his brows*

Disowned? By who?

It will just make him angry or sad if I tell you. I am tired of all of this angry. The stars are not worth my smiles.

Addie, luv. Come on. S' me. Who's this bloke who you're afraid of pissing off? Is he threatening you? Point him out to me, I'll kick his arse.

He is not threatening me.

*raises an eyebrow* Don't most places?

Well, yeh but this is a... different sort a' door.

*slowly* Is it a secret door? Or are you allowed to tell people about it?

Well, s'not... 'secret' exactly- just... you might think I'm barmy if I tell you. But then, you've probably seen a lot of strange things, if you hang around in nexuses.

Right... see, the place we live now, s' got a door you can go through and it takes you to a sort of... well it's sort of a pub, like. And there's people there from all different places. And they've all got doors of their own as well, that got them there.

We're going to a new place to stay for a while and I'm not sure if it's got a way to get to the pub, see?

*nods slowly* I think I follow. That's... interesting.

*Spike looks a little relieved and also slightly surprised that she understands*

Yeh! S' pretty weird, actually. There's all sorts there. S' sorta nice, really. You can just relax and talk to people. Be yourself.

You ever heard of something like this before? The first time I stumbled through it I thought I was dreaming.

*shakes her head* Not exactly. But I guess the concept makes sense, in a strange sort of it-could-happen-though-it-might-be-improbable way.

You've got to ask Mark - I think there's a way to craft your own doors. I know Uncle Met did something when he moved out of Steel City.

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