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The woman who walks out of the woods, 19th century backpack slung over her shoulders, hasn't been here in a long time. One might be forgiven for not noticing -- though she's a couple years older in appearance than she was last, she's much less stressed or worried than she ever was before.

"Oh!" she says, turning in a circle. Then she smiles, bright. "It really is Milliways."

She settles on a boulder by the lake, and takes out some cheese and bread. She'll head indoors in due time.