Encore of the Avenging Muse (Sylvia and Rupert)

When Chris saw Sylvia, he looked a little guilty. He opened his mouth, but couldn't quite find the words.

Trying to break the tension, Sylvia jumped in first. "Dr. Chris, I twisted my ankle. Could you take a look and see if there's any way to get the swelling down fast? I have a really important press conference tomorrow."

Chris's eyes lit up when he realized she still trusted him. He nodded with a determined grin. "Don't worry, I've got you covered."

As he examined her ankle, Chris started rambling off a bunch of advice, practically lecturing her.

Finally, he looked at Sylvia with an awkward expression. "Sylvia, I'm really sorry."

Sylvia gave him a reassuring smile. "It's not your fault, so stop beating yourself up about it."

Relieved by her answer, Chris got back to work, packing her ankle with an ice pack and then carefully applying some pain relief cream.

While Orson went to fetch the prescription, Chris made tea for Rupert and Sylvia -proper English breakfast tea this time.

Chris seemed back to his usual self, pouring tea and glancing at Rupert. "So, Rupert, how's your sleep these days? Still dreaming about that little girl?"

Sylvia's hand froze halfway to her lips. "What little girl?"

Chris realized too late that Rupert hadn't told Sylvia about the dreams. He shot Rupert a worried look.

Rupert just sipped his tea calmly, not objecting, so Chris figured it was fine to go

on.

Rupert keeps dreaming about a little girl-says he has to save you, and she gives him all these clues. The weirdest part?

Sylvia's teacup tipped over, spilling tea everywhere. Stella! The thought of her daughter

hurried to mop up

you the least bit weirded out?" Rupert asked, sounding casual but cutting

down as she

it!" she said suddenly, looking up. "My grandma used to say those are just prophetic dreams.

always felt like Rupert could see right through her, but who would believe

blurted out that she'd dreamed of the little girl

started, but Rupert cut him off with

glance, then

breathed a silent sigh of relief and turned to Chris. "Dr. Chris, what were

kinds of dreams too." Chris quickly shifted the topic, half-joking. "Mr. Rupert, you're dreaming about your future kid-and even decided it's a girl. Maybe you're thinking about this a bit too much,

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