Noble went around to the back and lifted the gate, feeling like a criminal. He didn't see anyone watching — there were much worst things happening in London — but he still felt strange about it. It had been a long, long time since they'd been able to do this.

But he moved the over-heavy gate and walked up to the back door, and then she was there, with paint and undone wood and a layer of dust.

"It's in progress," he said with a soft smile. It was obviously being worked on, but he could see what it might be like soon, in the splotches of paint on the walls and in her hopeful expression. "You're going to make it amazing."

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