Mary points a stubby finger behind him, back towards the main bar.
"That is Milliways," she tells him. "It is a bar - and these are the grounds. There are doors to it in odd places - there is one that leads where I come from in the - not very far from here."
A pause; then, chin jutting out: "But you may not go there - that is my world. Strangers are not to go there. If you wish to leave you ought to go back to your place."
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Date: 2006-03-31 05:12 am (UTC)"That is Milliways," she tells him. "It is a bar - and these are the grounds. There are doors to it in odd places - there is one that leads where I come from in the - not very far from here."
A pause; then, chin jutting out: "But you may not go there - that is my world. Strangers are not to go there. If you wish to leave you ought to go back to your place."