Lyra sat on a bench in Oxford.

Will sat on a bench in Oxford.

But worlds away, another person sat on that bench. In a world like Will's own, called Patissere, except the people lived thousands of years, and childhood was long, and there was no money or any sort of any economy or presidency or whatnot. Everyone shared their things, and greedy people were punished profusely.

Her name is Tarina, and she is seven hundred and five, which is eleven in our years.

But she's not going to be important.

Lyra said in her mind, "Hello?"

A familiar voice replied, "Lyra?"

Lyra smiled inside. "Hullo, Will."

Will said, "It's wonderful not to be alone anymore besides my daemon from the adventures."

Lyra telepathically nodded. "It is terrific, in't it?"

"Hold on- Someone's here. Be back in two shakes of Pan's tail," said Will.

"My tail?" asks Pan, then he shakes it twice. "Anything?"

"Nup," said Lyra, popping the P, "Nothing yet. But Pan, I don't think he was being literal."

"Still, Lyra, he lied, the scoundrel, I have done two shakes of my tail, and he still hasn't returned from his voyage!" said Pan, then he started laughing.

Lyra laughed too.

Harry sat next to the boy his age who seemed to be too deep in thought to disturb, so he just brought out a book and began to read it.

Suddenly, the boy seemed to gain focus. "Hi," he said. Harry closed his novel, folding down the page. "Hi," he replied. The brown-haired boy said, "I'm Will." Harry replied, "Harry."

Then the boy got the glazed look on his face again, as if talking to someone deep in his mind. In truth, he was, though Harry didn't know it.

Harry began to read his novel again.

The boy's eyes unglazed again and he said, "Sorry."

Harry shook his head lightly and set down the novel (again) and said, "Nah."

Will said, almost to himself, "Nice out."

Harry nodded. "Yeah."

Then he asked something nobody liked to be asked- "Where's your parents?"

Will's face darkened. "Missing and sick," he said finally, "Yours?"

Harry said, "Dead."

Will said aloud, surprising Harry, "I miss Lyra."

Harry looked at him odd. "Who?"

Will shook his head. "M'friend, Lyra. She moved... Far, far, far away. We practically live worlds away."

Harry could tell he was literal in the worlds part.

He eventually decided to do something that would seem so wrong, so he said, "Bye."

The kid had the glazed look, but he uncrossed his eyes and said, "Bye."

Harry got up, and after mimicking fading footsteps, he silently hid in the underbrush.

After the gardens had probably closed, the boy looked around, and he pulled out a knife. Harry almost gasped. He cut a hole in the air, and Harry saw a girl gazing at them from a garden that looked almost the same.

"Hullo, Will," said the girl.

"Lyra! It's good to see you... And where's Pan?" said Will.

Suddenly, Harry almost had a heart attack when a small amber-colored rat popped out of Lyra's front pocket, stuck out it's tongue, and TALKED. "Will, you dummy, 'm right here!"

He suddenly sniffed his nose. "There's someone behind you."

Harry jumped up, and, not bothering to hide his footsteps, he ran.

Sorry guys, this'll be the only chapter, so it's technically a one-shot. Sorry to disappoint, I give rights to anyone to continue this.

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