One of God's children

On Wednesday, on his way to work, Mitchell had gotten a phone call. Annie, George said, had been assaulted, and she needed him around. If Mitchell were entirely honest, he'd been a little preoccupied recently - and feeling guilty over his first impulse ('I don't have time') had led him to grab a portal back to Bristol. Just until Friday. So he could keep an eye on her.

( Then today happened. )

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Unaware of anything being amiss elsewhere, Mitchell was looking towards another day of paperwork and maybe the odd student to keep himself from getting bored. Or the telly.

Poking around the local channels, skipping past all the horrible American TV shows. "What has the world come to," Mitchell mused, sinking back into his chair with the remote.

( Preparations )

Mitchell rubbed his forehead as Jack left. A few minutes later, he was placing a call to Max - if he wanted to get out and go out tonight - and sank back in his seat.

Fuck.

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