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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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[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.]