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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 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."

Bridgette smiles - and if there's something sad in her smile, it passes away when she ducks her head to examine her unicorn, her blond hair falling in front of her face.

Mommy used to read to her...but Mommy's not here anymore. It's not wrong if someone else does it.

Angela is good at reading people, and children...well, unlike many people, she still remembers what it was like to be a child.

"I think I saw your name up for the talent show," she says, changing the subject.

"Yeah." The unicorn trots closer to Angela.

"I'm gonna sing," Bridge says, looking up. "I dunno what yet - that's why I'm having my council." She nods to all the other stuffed animals.

"I'm going to do something too. I wish I had a guitar here, though. I've got no idea what to sing either."

"Maybe you could find a guitar on your trip to the library? People found me lotsa cool presents for my birthday."

Angela thinks for a little while. "Yeah, could probably do that. Do you have any ideas for what you're going to sing?"

"Something cool. Like from a musical. Ariel knew a lot of songs from musicals." Bridgette rolls her eyes. "I had to listen to 'em trillions of times."

Angela grins a little. "Do you have any favorites?"

"Um...The Sound of Music, and Oklahoma! and Music Man, and Phantom of the Opera, and...it's real hard, choosing a favourite."

"Yeah, those are all great musicals. I'm going to do something too but I don't know what, either."