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“Ah, yes. Well … Shall we talk in the tea room?” Mirana asked, pirouetting around and pulling Alice’s hand along behind her.


and! (The very next sentence!)

As they travelled, Alice waved and inclined her head at the couriers who welcomed her back to Underland...


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Suddenly, a house reared up in front of the headlights, and Jack hit the breaks. The SUV occupants were thrown forward; Owen swore loudly, and the horse remained thankfully uninjured.

ETA:

“What hurts?” Owen asked bluntly, making Ianto suspect psychic abilities.

“Few things. Head mostly, but my chest hurts like fuck,” he thought he said. Owen nodded, and prepared some painkillers which he put straight into the SUV.

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