Time Line: The night of Mearn's spell

	"Do you do 'magic' where you come from all the time then?" Darlea asked.
	"Something like that." Mearn responded.  How much should he tell her, he
wondered.  If the general reaction to magic was that kind of surprise, he
didn't have to worry about a competitor.  That was a good thing, since he
wasn't sure he'd be able to do anything else magical in this world.  To
require that much effort, and still not to be able to communicate with her
was a very bad sign.
	"At home, magic is my profession.  I appear to be quite out of my area
though.  This world seems hostile to magic in general.  I have the feeling
I'm going to have to use more mundane methods to accomplish anything here.
	"I suppose that won't be such a bad thing.  It's always best to experience
a situation from multiple sides so you can get a better understanding of it,
right?"
	Darlea nodded.  This was rapidly becomming too much.  She wasn't sure what
to say anymore.  Her mind had dozens of questions, but this was a subject
that she had always believed to be just a fairy tale.  It was hard for her
to believe that Mearn actually had this ability.
	Mearn appeared to understand this.  "You probably should go get some sleep.
I imagine this entire experience has been just a bit bizarre for you."
	Darlea nodded again.  Yes, that was certainly best.  Perhaps in the
morning, everything would return to normal.  She stood and began walking
back down the path.
	Mearn rested a bit longer before standing.  He glanced over the edge down
towards the base of the cliff.  He stared over the edge for a few minutes,
debating.
	"I think I've had enough exertion for one day." he said "This time I'll
walk down."
	That said, Mearn began the walk down the path that Darlea had taken.
Thoughts assaulted him during the trek down.  Had it been truly wise to ask
for her help with that?  He acknowledged that he definitely needed someone
else, but why Darlea?  It would have been quite possible for . . .
	He shook his head, trying to shake out the thoughts and memories that
simply wouldn't go away.  If only it wasn't just he and Rem.  Perhaps if the
others were here, he wouldn't be feeling so bad.  Who could tell.  At this
moment, Mearn simply hoped to see them again sometime.
	As he reached the Medical Center, Mearn stopped.  This, he concluded would
just have to stop.  He could not simply use the Medical Center as a place to
sleep.
	"It's time to break the routine." he announced to noone.  He and Rem turned
and sought out a different place to sleep.  Eventually, he found an
abandoned apartment.  He paused outside it.  Was it wise to do this?  One
never knew what the reactions would be to this.  Even if it was abandoned,
perhaps it had been abandoned for a reason.  Perhaps it was reserved for
someone.
	Tiredness won out over reason, eventually.  Mearn and Rem entered the
place.  Noting the dust, he decided to consult with someone in the morning
about finding a permanent place to sleep for the remainder of his stay here.
He then brushed out a corner, propped himself against a wall and began to sleep.

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	Mearn stirred.  This position was not terribly comfortable.  A female's
voice came to him through his sleep.
	"Rest now." the voice said.  "You need plenty of sleep after this evening."
A quiet humming filled the room.  The quiet rhythm soon caused Mearn to
drift deeper into sleep.

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	Mearn woke to a spotless apartment.  It was still unfurnished, but the dust
had been cleared.  He stood and stretched and glanced at Rem, still sleeping
on the floor next to him.  He smiled and laid his cloak over her for warmth.
He then cautiously exited the apartment to seek M'ressan.  He would know who
to talk to about permanent living quarters.
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