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Date: January 6, 2001
Status: Private (Kit, Chas, Adam, Crowley) - Complete
Setting: En route to the Manor, Lobby, and John's old room
Summary: Into the lions' den...

"So, uh. How've you been, then?" Chas asked the woman in the passenger seat awkwardly. He liked Kit, and he'd been that sorry when she'd walked out on John (at least until the blighter had drunk himself into a state of total prathood and earned himself a solid thumping.) But he hadn't seen her in seven years, and he wasn't sure why she was here looking for John now.

He hoped she wasn't fixing to tear the man a new arsehole again. His friendship with John had barely survived the last time, and so, he strongly suspected, had John himself.

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"Mmm?" Startled from her reverie, it took Kit a moment to process the question. "Oh, aye, good," she replied, nodding in the emphatically optimistic way that people do when trying to emphasize a point that they're not quite sure of themselves. "Good."

It was hard, coming back here. Like slipping into an old pair of trousers and discovering that you'd need to lose another fifteen pounds before things would fit they way they once had. She'd known it would be, of course; but it was a whole different game, sitting there next to the cab driver and not having a clue how to explain things to him. And if it was this difficult with Chas...

"And you?" she asked quickly. "How's Renee doin'?"