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[Cy has brought.... a cliff. She is sitting at the top of it, watching a chunk of the ocean below gradually eddy into stillness. There's a winding path to the top, framed by gorse and ruins; Sam, in fact, might recognize the place. Or at least this little part of the place, seeing as she's brought a slice of Tintagel. A slice that will most definitely be returning to her world when she leaves.

She kneads the ground for a moment, singing nonsense to herself before she lays down, rolls over, and walks to the edge of the cliff.]

And when I crumble who shall remember
This lady of the West Country?

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[looks surprised] The kittens?

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One of the King and Queen's. Isis went out and the night ate her up.

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Oh. [a pause] I'm sorry.

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It's the bad things coming again. [Heavy, tired sigh] I would have liked them to stay away a bit longer.

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The bad things? What are they?

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There's poison in the Roads, fell voices in the air. The Alchemist. The Alchemist. I can feel him whispering.

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...all right, I can't honestly pretend to have the slightest idea what you've just said. Is it something that's put you all at danger?

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Yes.

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Anything to be done about it?

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[Pacing now, looking over the cliff edge every once in a while] You can't fight an enemy you don't understand. From where do his arms reach? At what do they grasp?

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[Crowley frowns and crosses his arms, staring out over the cliff now]

That's a rough one, Cheshire.