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Quatermass looked at Tom, rather puzzled.

"I'm sorry. Do I know you? It's probably been milennia..."

((Sorry Kezzstar, I'm just making as though Quatermass has forgotten Tom. Quatermass has been travelling over millennia. That, plus repeated disintegrations and blunt force head trauma, well, I'm surprised he remembers his own name. So, don't be offended...))

"Ow! That ---ing hurt!" yelped Quatermass. There was something nagging at the back of his mind, but what? He couldn't remember Tom. In fact, he couldn't remember the training. Only his cerebellum remembered the movements given to him by training.

"Listen, Tom.... I've been disintegrated, crushed and nuked, had my face literally smeared across a wall like butter on bread, my digestive tract inverted and ejected through my mouth, AND I had to listen to 100 days non-stop muzak. So you'll forgive me if I don't remember a friend. However, you are in need of help. And that's what I try to do: help."

He frowned.

"Q? Did I use to look like Major Boothroyd?"

It must have been hours later when Myrrhdyn opened her eyes and came out of her self induced trance state...it had been a long time since that had happened, and most likely had resulted from the onslaught of various invisible powers around her when the trolls attacked. Rubbing the usual gooey substance from the corners of her eyelids, she looked around slowly, realising that she was entirely alone...no sign of Meth nor of anyone else; in fact, all was deathly silent in the vicinity. Calmly, and shaking her head slightly, she walked onwards, for her house was only 4 streets away.

She had little doubt that someone or other would be waiting for her there...there always seemed to be some overwhelming need for her healing capabilities, but on this occasion, she wasn't sure she would be able to supply. Going into such a trance always seemed to use a substantial portion of her magical abilities and she would require some assistance from another sensitive to bring her back up to her full strength.

As she reached her house, she noticed that several people seemed to be in the area, and squinted in an attempt to make out their faces. Coming to a standstill, she noticed that he door lay open and instantly became alert, not to mention irritated at the invasion of her privacy. Standing motionless, she waited to see if anyone emerged or indeed, approached her.

Sindri paused. "You'll have to take it with you, and eat on the journey," He said sternly as he quickly looked in the kitchen cupboards, and picked out some supplies, "Let's go."

Irial, who had been silent until this point, withdrew her sword from the bat's neck, and looking it sternly in the eye, said,
"If your master decides to follow us, she'll have more things bothering her than a sword to her neck." Sindri then threw it out the window.
Looking to Marie and Sindri, she grabbed her pack, nodded at them and said quietly,"Yeah, let's get out of here."

The three left the old mansion and entered the forest.

Quatermass woke up groggily in the house. He saw Tom and Dibble looking at him. And he still had a headache. He had never checked whether Myrrhdyn was back yet. He grabbed Chronos and whipped open a space portal.

"Sorry. Must dash!" apologised Quatermass as he leapt through the portal. Between the zapping that Tom gave him, and the slapping senseless, he needed a healer. He would be back before long. To make sure that fellow Tom couldn't follow him, he sealed the space portal himself.

He saw Myrrhdyn before him. He'd only remembered her since he had a card, but he must've picked that up in the last century of travelling or so. If Tom was right about their freindship, then it must've been millennia since their last meeting, maybe even millions of years. Quatermass couldn't remember his own age, his parents and family. He knew who he had been trained by, but only because people remarked on the fact that he could only be a student of Gint-Li. Quatermass didn't remember him. Or Tom. He barely remembered anyone he met more than 200 years ago.

"Hello, Myrrhdyn. Been a while, hasn't it?"

He clutched his head. No mere veneer of vanity this was, as the latest jump had exacerbated his headache.

"Owwwww....."

Myrrhdyn was about to simply go inside, since no-one seemed to have become aware of her presence, when a figure appeared before her so suddenly, she leapt back a good few feet and made as if to clutch her moonstone dagger, when she remembered she hadn't carried that with her for years. Taking a deep breath, she wiped her now sweaty hands on her robe and took a good look at the person who had startled her so... he seemed somewhat familiar in a way she could not define, yet physically...she didn't know him.

Taking a step closer, she narrowed her eyes and scrutinised his face, even looking into his eyes in hopes of identifying him. She was about to admit defeat when something stirred in her mind...a memory from too many years ago to even attempt to count them. She was, afterall, ageless so long as she had purpose on this earth. She could not die from things that would kill most mortals, although she could come close to it. Some would say this was a curse, but she knew means should life become too much of a burden on her.

'So, you did return afterall', she said softly, '236 years too late', she added in an undertone, lowering her eyes slightly to study the ground at her feet. Her head lifted and she again looked at him, showing mild concern as his hands gripped his head and a pained expression crossed his face.

Stepping a little closer, she pulled his hands away and looked at the area he had been clutching, noting a rather obvious lump and some congealed blood. Slight nerves reared up within her belly as she wondered if she had the resources to complete this healing, but she stamped them back down and started walking towards her doorway, 'Well, you had better come inside... would you mind telling me just what you have been doing with your head?'

"236 years? It's been only, hmmm....."

Quatermass staggered after Myrrhdyn.

"103 years, 2 months and 10 days, for me. I know that because I made a notation on my relative chronometer and your card..."

He showed a watch on his arm, a tangled fusion of digital, analogue, and magical watch parts, battered by about two centuries of use (it was only about 2 centuries old, though it had travelled billions of years) and wear, and unreadable to anyone but him.

"As to what I've been doing with my head? Well the usual. It's what other people actually do to it that's the problem. Even Jack Ketch had a go at it, and wasn't he surprised that when he started carrying my head up to the Tower, having done a botched job of severing it, and I said, 'Could you just drop the whole thing?' He was gibbering earlier, but I meant with his fear of crowds and sharp objects, not to actually drop my head. And you must be slipping, Myrrhdyn. Someone put a specific matter condensor in your room. It was making ogres at a fair rate of knots. Did you put up those extra magic inhibitors?"

Quatermass paused for breath...