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Rain pours against the intricate windows, the fire blazes, the candles flicker, and a small Time Lord with sparkly hair sleeps comfortably on the old leather couch, curled up in her favorite blanket. The little black and white footballs don't clash that much with the bookish surroundings.

A branch cracks in the fire, sending off sparks.

She starts, awake, eyes wide.

It's an odd trick of the uncertain light, but for a moment, not even long enough to consciously recognize it...

It almost looked like those eyes were yellow.

Ace blinks sleepily at the fire, then settles back down to sleep.