black bats flying round and round

[colorshapes]

They're not really colors or really shapes, but Addy's tastes aren't really tastes, so Kerron thinks it's okay to call them like that anyway. Addy does too and they talk about colorshapes every week. He likes Addy. She has simple colorshapes that are easy to understand and he can help with lots of them. Other people have more complicated colorshapes but he's getting better at reading them while they fly through the air.

He's on his way back to the quarters he and Mummy and Daddy share, and he's just pushed open the door that usually leads to the right building in the Forks compound.

It doesn't.

Kerron has only opened this door twice before in this direction, but he sure remembers where it used to go. Probably Mummy or Her Majesty did a magic here. He wants to see what kind. He goes in and lets the door swing shut behind him.

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[pythbox]

What's on the other side is a bar, full of people who are mostly, but not universally, human or at least humanoid. None of them are at all familiar.

There's one woman sitting alone at a table for two, staring out the huge window at the blossoming explosions of distant stars, who has a goal that relates to Kerron's mummy. Two, actually—no, three.

One: She wants to keep the city she lives in safe from him.

Two: She wants to understand why he is the way he is, and why he used to be the way he used to be, and what changed.

Three: She never ever wants to see him or Kerron's daddy again.