Death. It hadn't bothered him until Anna appeared. He really didn't care much about death.
He would find a way to get her alive again. Rules be damned. But the problem was the time she died. If she died at a time when he wasn't near, he wouldn't know for a long time. That was the problem.
He shrugged. He would find a way later. When the time came. If it came.
"You became awfully silent," Penelope commented after a long time. She was almost done with her coffee, but Ladislas still sat, unresponsive, a faraway look in his eyes.
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A couple of weeks passed with Anna working as the dishwasher. The tips were good and she had enough stowed away that she could get herself some new clothes, albeit from the thrift store where black t-shirts were a dollar a piece. She didn't buy a load of clothes, instead of saving up so that she could buy a headphone.
