Aug. 4th, 2006

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[ooc: From this fic.]

The last thing he'd heard was the sound of wings, and he'd seen a familiar head of black hair standing next to him, but all he could focus on was her ankh before his eyes closed.

Mal doesn't know how.

He doesn't know why.

All he does recognize is the door in front of him, and the absolute need to open it and cross its threshold...

...into Milliways Bar.

Mal only recognizes something is so deeply wrong once his brain connects to the pain he should be feeling, but isn't. He spins on his heel once he hears the door finally click closed behind him.

The door he can no longer see.

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