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[And this early evening, the journal will pick up the sound of one small British girl muttering to herself.]

Well, this is very rude. It didn't snow last autumn, you know. I think I ought to complain.

[Huff. Followed by a small ow, barely heard. And silence. Then finally:]

Oh! [And the journal is picked up finally. Because you, the townsfolk, should know the answer to this question. Clearly.] Did we get visited by aliens in the night? I think I've been experimented on. [Okay, that is totally the best thing ever.] I hope they looked like Elvis clones.

Has anyone seen my cat?

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Well, that was very rude of them. [Her eyes go straight to the parka when Katara takes it off, all hopeful. Oh good. Gimme. She snuggles into it and gives a thankful smile.] They could at least have left me a blanket.

[They did leave her old clothes next to her, at least. A sweater is much warmer than those summer dresses, that's for sure.]

It was, it was very rude of them. [...and then Katara realizes that it's possible that Katie doesn't... really remember where they are. Since there's no definitive answer one way or the other.]

Come on, we're not too far from my house. We'll get you some hot cocoa and a chance to warm up.

[She hesitates.]

Katara. [Which should hopefully put that fear to rest, but Katie bites her lip.] Could you do something for me?

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What is it?

[Katie fumbles a bit under the big coat, but manages to produce her arm again-- and then after a bit more managing of extra coat, she pulls her sleeve up to show the angry-looking burn circling her wrist.]

[Katara remembers that burn.]

Oh, Katie...

[Again?

She streams some snow up from the floor of the tunnel, converting it into water as she does so.]

Hold out your hand.

[She holds out her hand obediently. And thinks about saying it doesn't hurt or The aliens made it come back but... well, she just feels a little guilty. So instead Katie just sort of eyes Katara shiftily and says nothing.]

[Is it just her, or does that look... worse.

A small, reassuring smile, even if there's tightness at the corners of her eyes. Those who wound and bind children are a particular sore spot for her.]

Don't worry. I'm even better at this than I was before.

[She has faith. It's been a while. She just doesn't want to go home with this so red and raw, and she knows at least that Katara dealt with it and didn't tell lots of people.

Katie smiles.]

I trust you.

[Worth the headache.]

[A startled smile and Katara puts her water-coated hand over Katie's burn. It's not long at all, now, before the burn is as healed as it can be.]

Thank you.

[She drops her hand, revealing the changed skin.] There you go.

[Katie sighs in relief. It's not just the hurt; the feeling of angry ants burrowing into her wrist. It's something she'd rather not explain to anyone who might ask after this, and Katara has just made it so much simpler.]

Thank you. Again.

[Katara gets rid of the water.]

Let's not make a habit of this.

[Who keeps hurting you when you go home, Katie?]

[People who don't believe you're allowed to have any fun.]

I promise not to.

Good. [She really can't help herself. She leans down and kisses Katie's forehead because... child, you worry her. And she's glad to see you. And really, really angry at whoever keeps hurting you.]

[For a moment, Katie looks plain uncertain. She wasn't expecting that. From anyone. But then she reaches up a hand and latches on to Katara's sleeve and smiles.]

Come on, let's go get you something warm to drink.

Okay! [Down with this idea.] Hot chocolate?

I think we can manage that.

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