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[The PCD catches Break singing has he manages the dishes.]

Twelve for the twelve Apostles
Eleven for the eleven who went to heaven,
Ten for the ten commandments,
Nine for the nine bright shiners,
Eight for the April Rainers,
Seven for the seven stars in the sky,

[Up to his elbows in soap, voice pleasant, but wheezy.]

Six for the six proud walkers,
Five for the symbols at your door,
Four for the Gospel makers,
Three, three, the rivals,
Two, two, the lily-white boys,
Clothèd all in green, O and
One is one and all alone
And evermore shall be so!

[Break is succumbing to a moment of melancholy today, under the force of the rain and cold. He rests his forehead against the glass momentarily and heaves out a breath. It fogs the window pane.]

[He's too old, and too tired to give in to the temptation to draw a picture in it with his fingertip. Emily is forgotten on the edge of the bed, too. For a rare moment, everything is very still.]

[The device flicks on. Static.

Then, purple- only purple. White. Break's coat, the beautiful off-the-shoulder, white one that he lost almost a year ago during that episode with all of the blood. It's back in one piece.]

What-

[Then the feed flicks off. On again, very briefly, as he bangs it on the table. Sound.

Then to video- there's Break's elbow, Emily's dress.

On. Rap rap rap. Someone's knocking it against a table to see if it can be broken open.]

-why does it keep chirping, Emily?

[This is almost exactly how he arrived, nearly two years ago to the day. And here we are, come full circle, about to smash the PCD on a table corner in idle, non-technologically oriented curiosity.]

What an exciting week!

In light of all the discussion, Adstringendum, let's chat- who would you trust to nominate as ombudsman?

If I were to type you a poem, what would you think of me?

Look closer. Not all is as it first seems.

This is just stupid.

[But Break is perched in a window sill, laughing his head off.]

[Following this.]

Whoooooo wants a slumber party?!

[Back in his very fine blue coat, and pleased as punch, Break takes a moment to spin his tophat idly before setting it on his head. Nothing like familiarity to make a nasty winter a little nicer.]

My goodness. I feel I should twirl.

[Because really, it's a very fine coat, and he's missed it. He does take a half step, letting it flare.]

[Break is sitting on his windowsill, blissfully unaware of the fact that the PCD has turned on where it's sitting on his desk. He reaches one of his legs out, barefoot, stretching so it makes it past the shelter of the awning and out into the raindrops falling outside.

Amusing himself like this for a few seconds longer, he keeps a tight hold on the frame for balance.

The whirr of the PCD eventually alters him to the fact that it's running. He glances over his shoulder sharply.]

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