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With as long as she's been in Darrow, Molly is pretty well used to the way things work here, inasmuch as anyone can be. People disappearing has become an unfortunately normal part of her life, so many of the people she's known and cared about gone now. The loss of Clarke, though, her oldest and closest friend, so close on the heels of losing Stephen, admittedly has her a bit thrown. All she can really do is keep going through it, something she learned from experience a long time ago, but she still feels oddly heavy, worn down in a way she can't totally ignore. She'll never stop thinking that she's lucky to be here, no matter what happens, but it's still hard to be the one left behind.

After work, thinking it's less miserable than drinking alone in her apartment, she heads to a nearby bar, somewhere she's visited frequently in the time she's been here. It's a reasonably nice place, though not so much so that the drinks will bankrupt her, so it's kind of perfect.

She's ordered herself a gin and tonic before she catches sight of someone she knows sitting a few seats over. With a smile, she says, "Fancy seeing you here."