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Caritas, Wednesday Evening

Jarod whistled as he opened the bar, to the point where the zombies were elbowing each other in a knowing fashion and Tino kept hoping for some good gossip, which he wouldn't get. When it was quiet, Jarod once again worked on his laptop, closing it when he sensed anyone coming close enough to read the screen.

A sign was posted on the door:

WELCOME TO FANDOM, NEW STUDENTS AND TEACHERS!

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Lana smiled and her face took on a faraway look. "They were really nice. It made it so much easier to have Jim with me. I felt like I could actually maintain who I was with someone else there."

She brought herself back to the present with a little sigh. "How about you?" she asked.

"I helped GOB with his present for Becky," he said, conveniently leaving out the part about the elf costume, "and had New Year's off, so I got to enjoy it, even if the party was still in Caritas."

Lana nodded. "It sounded like a good time from what I heard."

Jarod's ears may have flushed slightly. "It was."

Lana looked at him curiously. "Oh?"

Jarod wasn't sure how to put this, if he should at all. "I met someone. Do you know Maureen, at the record store? We had fun." Which was a bit of an understatement, but covered it nicely.

"I don't know her," Lana said with a smile, "But I'm glad you... had fun." She certainly didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable, but she had a prtty good idea what he meant by that. And she just hoped he was happy.

"She's very nice, and a good dancer," Jarod explained. "Are you glad to be back?"

Lana's face fell a little. "I am," she said slowly. "But I'm really worried about Dr. Wilson and Mr. Aziraphale."

"Why? What's wrong?"

"You didn't hear?" Lana looked shocked. "I'm sorry. I thought everyone knew. Dr. Wilson was attacked and seriously hurt. He's in a coma and..." She shook her head. "Poor Mr. Aziraphale is a wreck."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Jarod said immediately, though he didn't know either Wilson or Aziraphale that well. "Do they know what happened? Who attacked him?"

Lana shook her head. "No one knows. Wilson's probably the only one who could tell us and he's..." She choked up and couldn't quite finish the sentence.

"Hey," Jarod said gently, "There's time. He'll say something eventually. He's just not ready yet."

Lana nodded again. "I went over late last night and read to him and I'm going to go over tonight as well."

"I'm sure he'll appreciate that, and will tell you so, once he's awake," Jarod said. "And the mental stimulation is good for him."

"That's what they say," Lana agreed. "I just hope he wakes up soon."

"Every minute he's asleep means that his body is working extra hard to repair itself, and needs its strength for that," Jarod said, "You have to believe that, too."

Lana smiled at him. "All the stuff I've been telling Mr. Aziraphale. And very true. Thank you for reminding me."

"You're welcome, Lana."

She smiled at him and reached out to touch him gently on the arm in thanks. "I'd better go," she said quietly. "I need to go spend a little time with Jim before I head over to the clinic again. Take care and I'll see you soon."

"Good night, and thank you again. Good luck with your friend."

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