Zelda smiled, a little rueful. "My office is always on call, because of the fog," she said, although truth be told she had started to find the entire national disaster wildly frustrating at around the time she ran after a troll down the street.

"They actually - well, I got kicked out, for the afternoon," Zelda admitted. She glanced down at her lap. Instead of going home, she'd come here - and was only now becoming aware that she looked terrible, or at least exhausted, and he looked the same.  She'd drafted this conversation in her head countless times since his return, but she had never anticipated on starting out asleep.

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