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Alone. Alone was something that Merriman Lyon was intimately familiar with, but this day, this fresh new day, felt different. There was so much to be done, yes, the flood to clean up after, and more, but for a little time, he could just be. He rose from his chair - he had even slept a short while, the first in ages - and began puttering (puttering!) about the kitchen as though he hadn’t care in the world. Teakettle, chipped mug, Earl Grey, a biscuit or two, and for a few precious moments he was simply an old man, enjoying his morning.