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Doc sat with his coffee, watching Gretel communicate with her mother. She was trying and he didn't want to interfere. He felt it was needed and that progress was being made.
Doc then wore a look of confusion as he thought aloud, "Morgen?"
//sorry. I've been sick and working through that with theater work.