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[It takes Rachel awhile to comb the tangles out of her hair with her fingers, but she eventually emerges in a shirt that's a little big for her and pants that may or may not fit. But it's better than being in wet clothes and she carefully drapes her dress over the same chair as the coat, reluctant to toss it, even though it's probably ruined.]

There...

[And she sits down gingerly, pulling a cup of tea towards her with half a smile. But her fingers tighten around the warmth and she looks miserable again. Though the bickering had been a good distraction.]

... so this is really a new world. And I can't go home.