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The woodwinds in her collection were for noodling mostly, and the violin was for memory of her family, but when Curnen really wanted to play she turned again and again to her guitar. This would probably always be her best instrument. It was the first of the month, she’d been here over a year, and it was probably a check-in day. So she sat on the lawn with her instrument in her lap, sending out a subtle magic to call anyone stranded in their little world this way.

At one point, though, she set aside the guitar and turned her face to the sky. For just a few minutes she required a different kind of magic.

It had been a week now since Scanlan had vanished in the battle. And Pike, too, though Curnen honestly couldn’t have cared less about her going away if she tried. Still. The two of them were family to people very dear to her, people who missed them. And Scanlan had been her friend. You marked something like that with a song.

Of all the money that e'er I had
I spent it in good company
And all the harm that e'er I've done
Alas, it was to none but me
And all I've done for want of wit
To memory now I can't recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all

It was a traditional Irish goodbye, a farewell to friends said with love, drinking, well wishes, and the hope of meeting again. She couldn’t think of a better one for the occasion. And as she sang she twined her magic into her voice in a new way, sending the song to any ears that needed it, ears of those who knew and missed the departed. Not all of them might understand it, not all of them knew what she was, but she didn’t particularly care about that right now. The song was more important than the hiding.

Once the last note had dissipated she picked up her guitar again and resumed her work. If there were anybody out there, they had to know where to go.

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Mary ignored the stare. She used to tell people monsters were real. She got used to those stares.

"Well, a lot of people have family back home they're away from. There's a few kids here who I'm sure miss their family too." Mary thought about their latest - Annie. She wondered just how easy it was for an eight year-old to adjust to a place like this.

"Some people have things going on back home like important things to fight or things they were in the process of changing. Most people here didn't come at a good time in their life."

There's the sad - sorry eyes of feeling for them. The empathy; , even more, so than the Time Lord; even if his Time Lord self is empathic. Those children without their mom's and dads; and isn't opposed to the fighting as a certain otherwise life of him would be. After all, war is just a part of life and just unfortunate if you should come across it but then - the human version of him hasn't lived through the blood and angst and sorrow of war. Which is where The Doctor's guilt complex stems from.

Then softly states; and offers his arm to her, because he most lead after all; "Think you could show me around?"

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She looked at his arm briefly - this was definitely a British thing. This Adventurer and Hathaway would probably get along. Mary took the arm. "Sure. I can give you the grand tour, if you like. It'll end at the front desk where you'll get a key to a room that might be a little overly-decorated, but as you're going to find out quickly, the whole place is pretty... ornate."

That was putting it lightly. She let him lead - she was used to some men needing that in their life. "There's a restaurant, a bar, and a cafe with a bakery. Most are staffed by people like us who are stuck here. There's a cook from the Inn, but he'll only make things from chicken - Don't ask me why, I don't know."

"Yes, I would absolutely love that." John smiles brightly at her; "What's your favorite part of this place?"

Chicken? All the food is made of chicken? It's a dream. Why not!

"My sons are here. Sam and Dean. I didn't get to spend a lot of time with them back home, so having them here now... I get that time." That her children were around her age was left out.

"The pool is nice here too. And if you're up for a bit of a walk, there's an ocean." Either he was taking this all really well or he wasn't processing everything yet. It was sort of hard to tell.

"Have you been to someplace like this before?"

John smiles, that is before turning a look in concern; "And thar father?" After all - the father is the most important of the two parents.

The ocean sounds - splendid and smiles at the idea of that but then again; it's also something he's used too because - England and that supposed place of Gallifrey that is in Ireland.

"Yes. I travel around here and thar."

In his dreams, no really - in his dreams. This is just up straight denial.

John was a touchy subject, particularly because he had raised the boys in a life she had so desperately tried to keep them from, but also because she was dead and wouldn't see him again.

"Not here, unfortunately." She still offered a smile, though. "He's stubborn so he might just be taking his time getting here."

Or he'd never show up.

"Well, if you have some experience, then you might settle at the inn a little easier than others. There are some people who can use magic here and others who don't look entirely human. Everyone here is not dangerous to you." Or so she hoped, anyways.

Meanwhile, John is still making that hard face; that of which boys need their father or male role model in their life and woman don't know how to handle or raise boys; just give birth to them.

However, still manages to say warmly; "I would like to meet them. If that's alright?"

There seems to be a double scrunch face at magic; because both John and The Doctor are a man of science.

However, don't look entirely human seals the deal on this being a dream. After all; creatures that aren't human don't really, exist - right?

Of course not. Don't be silly.

Had Mary the ability to read minds, she would have a lot of strong words for him. As it was, she simply nodded. "Sure. They're names are Sam and Dean Winchester. You'll see them around, I'm sure. Sam, especially, is pretty active here. You could probably find him in the library." She kept the whole 'they're around my age' thing to herself. Somethings were just better off being experienced.

John really perks up at the mention of the library; "Could you show me where the library is?"

More so about the books than meeting the boys right now.

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"Of course." She gestured in the right direction. "It's a bit cobbled together, but there's a fair amount of books there. Some videos and some video games, too. The person who's in charge is named Illyana, but you'll meet others who work there too. Sunny, for one. Xavin makes the coffee there."

When they arrived at the library Mary gestured to it. "Hope it's not too disappointing."

John stares at Mary as if she just spoke Greek because she did; Let's see- video. Vid in Latin means see.

That doesn't help; because see what?

"Sorry -," and slowly repeats, "Video? Video games? What are those?"

Even if Mary is leading he allowed it. That's important.

She looked to him. "When exactly are you from?" Because that would definitely answer some questions.

"Videos are moving pictures and sounds on a screen. They tell a story, usually. Video games are sort of similar, but you can control the people on the screen." This was all very basic, of course. If he didn't know what a video was, then talking about computers was probably going to go over his head too.

John looks back; not understanding the theory of timey wimey, "November 1913." Nor has he thought to ask when it is here or when others are.

"It's September here. 2018." Which for her was in the future, too. "I'm from 1983 when I arrived. There's a bit of a learning curve." More for him, she'd imagine. "But there are some other people here who are from before you. You should talk to Adrian. He's from the 1400s."

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