MONTHLY INSTALLATION OF THIRD-PARTY DOOM

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Havelock doesn't stop in the bar on his way in from outside, only glances around to see who is there before he vanishes silently up the stairs.

The journey through the corridors seems longer than usual, although it's possibly running over the encounter with Vlad Tepesh in his mind that makes it seem so. His memory doesn't seem affected like Nita's had been, but rethinking it-- some of his behaviour was certainly very odd.

He feels like someone is staring at the back of his neck. The feeling is not unusual, but particularly acute just now.

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Havelock looks up again-- it's a strange angle, but that's no matter for concern.

"All right," he says quietly, and it sounds like he's agreeing.

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Puck has been here so many times. Whether as a cat or a fox or a warm flutter of light between Havelock's fingers or even, upon occasion, as himself-- at least, as close to it as he is like to come-- the position is so familiar he could almost forget they're here.

He can sense from the growing calm in Havelock's body that he is, if not actually all right, then at least better, and Puck's niggling, needling frustrations that at bottom he can fix nothing and restore amends to nothing-- needling only because he has never had much to do with such feeble things before-- ease a little.

It's only slightly, and in a way he should admit to no one.

But it is something.