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In Metropolis....

Eden McCain has a table to herself at a coffee shop - notebook papers are spread over it with titles like 'Main Character' and 'Subplot 1'. The great post-apocalyptic novel isn't going to get written any other way! She felt like dressing like a cliche artist - and is wearing a navy blue beret.

Tom Therin is whistling cheerfully to himself as he walks down the street, idly looking for pockets to pick.

On the Cooper farm....

Bridgette Dubois has a stuffed pony, a lion, and a unicorn in a semi-circle on the lawn to the Cooper house. "Whoever wants me to sing Lion King at the talent show, say aye!"

The stuffed animals are silent, but Bridgette - after checking on Marie, who claps her hands in agreement an area to her left - nods as if they actually spoke. "All right - how about Sound of Music?"

Oliver Wycliffe, dressed in white and looking thoughtful, is riding his stallion Beauregard down the road to the farm.

Dana, an extremely tired-looking young woman in ratty jeans and a T-shirt, is waiting nervously in front of the hospital, gnawing on her lip.

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Angela laughs obligingly. She is sort of a funny kid, in a good way. "I liked that movie too. I'm Angela, by the way."

"Oh? You saw it?" Bridgette is surprised but pleased.

"Oh, I'm Bridgette. And this--" she gestures to her left, then pauses, "...is Marie. She's my sister."

Bridgette is a bit embarrassed about making this announcement now that she's realized people think Marie is only an imaginary sister.

"She says hi," Bridgette adds.

"Yes, I like animated movies quite a bit so I've seen it lots of times. It's nice to meet you, Bridgette."

She nods to the space she's indicated. "And hello, Marie."

Hey, imaginary friends are fine, especially in a place like this.

"How old are you, Bridgette?"

"I'm ten," Bridgette answers easily. On to more important subjects.

"Aren't you kinda old to like animated movies? Ariel keeps telling me how they're not cool, and she's fourteen, and you look older than that."

"I'm almost 18." Angela grins. "But I'm not entirely a grown-up. And I'll bet your friend Ariel still likes them, just won't admit it."

"She rolled her eyes whenever Mommy put in The Little Mermaid, and she usedta love that one. And she's my sister, too. Ariel. My older sister. We lived in Phoenix, Arizona."

"Ah. Is Ariel here with you? Maybe she just didn't like that the Little Mermaid had the same name she did."

Bridgette drops her gaze, moving the stuffed unicorn closer to her as she shakes her head. "She isn't. And she didn't used to mind that she shared her name. She used to sing Ariel's songs a lot."

Angela nods, squatting down next to her. "Yeah. But sometimes when girls feel grown up, they might think they can't like those things anymore."

Bridge snorts. "I'll always like the stuff I like now. I'll never like makeup and boys and stuff. Never ever."

A bit suspiciously, "Do you like that kinda stuff?"

Angela grins. "They're not so bad once you get used to them. But makeup is kind of uncomfortable so I don't wear it much, and only when I want to. And I still like the same stuff I liked as a little kid. But I like more stuff now."

"Like what?"

"Well, there's driving and going to dances, and surfing. And I like to read and write stories now, and I fight and train with Dinah. And yes, I do like boys, as well."

She shrugs. "There isn't a law that says you have to like any of the same things I like. And I can like some of the same things you like even if you are younger than me."

There's only one of those subjects listed that really catches Bridgette's attention

"I like writing! I wrote loads of stories back home."

"Really? I love to write them. What sorts of stories do you like to write?"

"Whatever I think of. One time I wrote a story with all animals, like Franklin, only the animals were lost in a city and they had to get back home. The bear almost got hit by the car, but the crane saved him. I can't," she adds sheepishly, "remember everyone's names, 'cuz I was real little when I wrote that. One of my earlier works."

"That sounds like a pretty neat story," she says. "How are you at reading and writing?"

"I'm good at both! I was in grade five."

She's not so hot with spelling and she wasn't in grade five, but Bridge has her story and she's sticking to it.

"Good, well, you know, I was going to study to be a teacher, so if you want to learn anything new, you can come and see me. Though I'm not so great in math. I'm sure someone else here is better at math than I am."

Bridgette blinks a few times, then goes on her guard. A teacher! The enemy!

Even though Angela's been really nice so far. And Bridgette does miss school a lot more than she feels any kid should.

Bridgette, frowning, says, "I don't think I need to know anything new."

Angela nods. "Well, if you get bored or if you just want something to read, then. I go into the town to the library every week to pick up books. I could go to the section you'd like and pick up something that maybe you would be interested in."

She pauses. "Do you know anyone who can't read English?"

At the question, Bridgette shrugs. Then she glances to her left.

"Marie can't read real good," she says awkwardly. "She's only three."

She glances too, pretending along. "Well, three year olds don't read very well usually. Though perhaps when you go to bed, I could come in and read to you both--that would help her learn what the words look like."

"Wouldja like that, Marie?"

"This lady to read to us?"

Bridgette frowns, annoyed. "C'mon, it'll be fun."

Bridgette looks back at Angela. "Well, I wouldn't mind it. So," she becomes shy, tugging the unicorn closer to her, "um, I can put her to bed. And you can come. I get to bed real late - around nine, sometimes - but I can get to bed earlier if it's better for you. Is it?"

"Whatever you like," she says, grinning. "And I'll let you know if I can't make it for some reason, or if I need to come early."