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Jane walks across to the dressing table in her room, pulling her hair back to put it in a ponytail. Holding her hair back with one hand, she searches the dresser-top for a hair-tie. She doesn't find one, so she sighs and begins digging through the pockets of her rucksack. She finds one near the bottom of the front-most pocket, but has a hard time closing her hand around it. She grabs at all the miscellaneous debris at the bottom of the pocket, and dumps the handfull of assorted junk onto the dresser top. Sorting through it all she finds her hair-tie, some old gum wrappers from when Barney had borrowed her rucksack last, a pencil, a spool of thread, and a rather odd-looking stone.


She picks the stone up, blinking in recognition. It is the smooth, blue-green stone Bran gave her, those years ago in Wales. She had forgotten about it, even though it was not one of those memories affected by other things. Jane turns the stone over in her palm, seeing again the swirl of deeper green within the cool, calm blue. Barney...gazing up over the hill, "I heard music! Listen-no, it's gone. Must have been the wind in the trees..." She smiles softly to herself, and on a whim, she pockets the stone. She finishes putting her hair into a ponytail and grabs her room key before heading down into the bar.
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