At the Phoenix's Bluff B n B. Two weeks after the war.

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It was two weeks to the day from the end of the war that a dark angel came tapping on the door for Sal.

Hunter, up on the roof, frowned down at her but felt himself compelled to just sit and watch as the winged one knocked again, every line of her body full of purpose and compassion.

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She'd been slumped in the chair, watching Men With Brooms on DVD (the satellite television, despite everything being physically functional, would not work) and not cracking one smile for the duration of the film.

Which just served as an indicator of her altered mental state because usually that film had her in sitches.

When the doorbell rang she hit pause and shrugged off Kurt's arm, then padded to the doorway and opened it on up.

When she saw who was there, she grinned only slightly and stepped back, indicating that Joy should come in.

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The winged woman stepped inside and moved to where she could see into the living room, her ears twitching slightly in response to the grin.

Kurt blinked and looked around from where he'd been speaking to Jabez as something made his fur prickle slightly. "Ach, Joy? Vhat is it?"

"I've come fer ye," she said softly. "Get t'gether vhat ye're bringing."

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She quirked an eyebrow and then spoke for the first time in two weeks.

"...what?"

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"Ye need t' leave the vorld fer a time." Joy met Jabez's sad, shut away eyes and felt her heart pang. "I've come t' bring ye ta my place."

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She shook her head. "Not goin' anywhere."

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"Ye all need a holiday. Lookit yer bairns."

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Sal lapsed back into silence and continued to shake her head.

She wasn't going anywhere. Nobody knew where the island was, much less how to get back to it. Whatever Jeimu had done had physically moved the island somewhere else. Somewhere foreign.

And so Sal was going to stay in her own living room, despite the fact that staying there had rendered her so depressed that the only person she would communicate with were her husband and children (and even then it wasn't verbal communication)... but she knew where she was, and that counted for something.

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Kurt looked at her, then glanced down as Stephan came into the room on all fours, Wolfen clinging to his back like a baby monkey.

He bent and picked up his baby daughter, smoothing the little back that no longer bore wings as Stephan scrambled up his leg and hung from his neck. -Gott, thank You for helping Charlie find us so that they could come home.-

"Meine Leibe, I think ve should go."

His voice was quiet, but firm and steady.

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She smiled widely at the children, but then dealt Kurt quite the caustic look.

"I'm not going."

He'd have to shove her out the door.

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He started to speak again, but then blinked as they suddenly wound up here.