Valley of the Queens. Clone City. Out on an upper terrace.

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Ang leans back against the sun-warmed stone and wriggles her toes inside her shoes as she listens to her computer tell a story about a little chicken who went to town and saw a clown. It's a rhyming story, simple and catchy, and she's enjoying it very much. And up here there's no one to complain about her listening to it twelve times in a row. Present is curled next to her, asleep and purring.

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"I missed you too." She hugs him again, closing her eyes and just holding on as tears tried to come.

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"What wrong?" he frowned, sensing the tears.

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"Nothing now." His shirt gets a little damp.

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"I won't leave again, pet," he said softly, hugging her firmly. "I promise."

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"What about your work and your friends?" Her voice is soft, and shaking slightly.

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"Well, that's the grand thing about it. I wrapped up my work, made the place safe, and told all my friends that I was off to be with the most beautiful, sweet girl in the universes. They were happy to let me go," he murmured.

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He'll be able to see her ears pinking as she blushes at his words.

"They're not mad at you anymore?" she asks softly.

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"Nope. They've forgiven me, and we're all best chums again. But now it's important for me to be here, to be with you," he said, stroking her hair.

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She snuggles close, then looks up. "I picked a day."

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"Yeah?" he perked, and looked at her. "When?"

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"July 28." Her small hand reaches over to pet Present, who has settled down and is now laying with her eyes half shut.

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"Sounds perfect," he smiled, scratching Present's stomach.