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As much as Bryn would like to keep taking clients the entirety of the day her spot in the park was one she shared with another busker and they had a very specific schedule set up. It was for everyone’s benefit really, kept any disputes from breaking out and made sure they both got equal access to prime time foot traffic. 

Of course, after the shooting the park’s foot traffic had gone down dramatically which was...well, not so good. Thankfully, Bryn’s injury had been minor, and had been taken care of by a very nice young man who, apparently, had also been at the park that day. 

Irene found that sitting on a bench, her guide dog resting at her feet, was one of the better ways to spend an afternoon. The slight breeze on her face, the ambient sound of footsteps, voices and birds, it was soothing as she sorted through many futures. There was something on the horizon but it was still utterly indistinguishable. 

Somethings though, in the more immediate future, were a great deal more concrete. “You’ll wear a hole in the floor if you keep up pacing with such intensity. Why not save yourself a guilt trip, Young Man.” she said gently, lifted her head, not turning to look at Jon but she knew he’d be aware her words were meant for him.