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were_lemurPost-Journey's End, Martha thinks Mickey could use a friendly face.
After everything gets sorted out, Martha seeks out Mickey. He’s sitting in a pub, staring down at a half-full pint.
“You look like you could use a friendly face,” she says.
He shrugs, but doesn’t protest when she sits down. She orders herself a pint, too, and they sit in silence.
Finally, he speaks. “I’ve spent the past two years in a parallel universe.”
“I spent a year walking the Earth in a timeline that was overwritten.”
He looks at her for a long moment, and then raises his glass. She clinks her own beer against his. “To getting home.”
After everything gets sorted out, Martha seeks out Mickey. He’s sitting in a pub, staring down at a half-full pint.
“You look like you could use a friendly face,” she says.
He shrugs, but doesn’t protest when she sits down. She orders herself a pint, too, and they sit in silence.
Finally, he speaks. “I’ve spent the past two years in a parallel universe.”
“I spent a year walking the Earth in a timeline that was overwritten.”
He looks at her for a long moment, and then raises his glass. She clinks her own beer against his. “To getting home.”
