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<blockquote data-quote="The Crimster" data-source="post: 156756" data-attributes="member: 2511">Julia comes over to the kitchen table and nods.&nbsp; &quot;Might as well get to it, hmm?&quot;&nbsp; She takes a rather large set of keys from a pocket. &quot;It's time for me to go as well, Julia,&quot; says Miles.&nbsp; &quot;I have some business I have to attend to before my flight.&quot;&nbsp; He once more extends his hand, grasping each of yours in a slightly moist grip.&nbsp; &quot;It was a pleasure meeting all of you.&nbsp; If you don't mind Alex, I'll get your number from Julia later.&nbsp; I am interested in buying your work.&quot;&nbsp; He gathers his coat and looks out the window.&nbsp; &quot;Quite a storm heading our way.&quot;&nbsp; As if to punctuate his statement, a jagged fork of lightning illuminates the kitchen for a moment, followed by deep thunder.&nbsp; Miles smirks and embraces Julia.&nbsp; He murmurs the same words that everyone does in a time like this, and she nods gratefully.&nbsp; Within moments he is gone.Julia rubs at her eyes.&nbsp; &quot;Well then.&nbsp; Let's get to the study, shall we?&quot;She begins to lead all of you through the house, towards the back.&nbsp; &quot;Alan did like his privacy.&nbsp; He always had two studies... the one where he commonly played chess or met friends... I'm sure you're familiar with that one, Ray.&nbsp; Then there's this study.&quot;&nbsp; She stops in front of a rather ornate wooden door, which looks rather secure.&nbsp; A plaque hangs on the door, cheaply made and looking nothing like what Alan would like.&nbsp; It is, for all intents and purposes, a stylized tree branch. Julia begins looking for the right key.&nbsp; &quot;Truth be known, I've only been in here a couple of times.&nbsp; I learned early not to bother Alan when he was in his study.&quot;&nbsp; She finds the right key and inserts it into the lock.&nbsp; A queer expression fills her face.&quot;Odd,&quot;&nbsp; She says.&nbsp; &quot;It's not locked.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="The Crimster, post: 156756, member: 2511"] Julia comes over to the kitchen table and nods. "Might as well get to it, hmm?" She takes a rather large set of keys from a pocket. "It's time for me to go as well, Julia," says Miles. "I have some business I have to attend to before my flight." He once more extends his hand, grasping each of yours in a slightly moist grip. "It was a pleasure meeting all of you. If you don't mind Alex, I'll get your number from Julia later. I [i]am[/i] interested in buying your work." He gathers his coat and looks out the window. "Quite a storm heading our way." As if to punctuate his statement, a jagged fork of lightning illuminates the kitchen for a moment, followed by deep thunder. Miles smirks and embraces Julia. He murmurs the same words that everyone does in a time like this, and she nods gratefully. Within moments he is gone. Julia rubs at her eyes. "Well then. Let's get to the study, shall we?" She begins to lead all of you through the house, towards the back. "Alan did like his privacy. He always had two studies... the one where he commonly played chess or met friends... I'm sure you're familiar with that one, Ray. Then there's this study." She stops in front of a rather ornate wooden door, which looks rather secure. A plaque hangs on the door, cheaply made and looking nothing like what Alan would like. It is, for all intents and purposes, a stylized tree branch. Julia begins looking for the right key. "Truth be known, I've only been in here a couple of times. I learned early not to bother Alan when he was in his study." She finds the right key and inserts it into the lock. A queer expression fills her face. "Odd," She says. "It's not locked." [/QUOTE]

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