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He'd made it to the crossroads, but not in time to do anything but find a waiting glove. The carriage had long gone and with it, his wife. Athos isn't even sure if he's disappointed or broken, because he still doesn't know whether he'd been going to see her off or to join her, but he cannot imagine abandoning the Musketeers completely, but knows that he could not leave her either. With her back in his life and all her debts gone, Athos can see them as who they are.

No more lies. No more deceit. They will simply be the people they actually are and they will try. For some reason, this is something that stirs Athos' heart in a way that he hasn't felt in years. He thinks back to Las Vegas and how Faith had been intoxicating then, with her dark hair and her knowing eyes, but even then it had just been Anne that he wanted.

And now, he has her glove, but nothing else.

He makes it back to Paris and finds himself standing at the door that he knows will bring him to the Nexus.

He doesn't wait at all before going through it, though he knows that yet again, his challenge will be finding Milady, when she is constantly one step ahead of him.

It's hard to stay a step ahead of anyone when she's trapped in this place. It's beginning to grate on her, truthfully. She has tried every door. She has listened and watched and even volunteered to be part of some "away team." It had garnered nothing as she has attempted to give Athos the chance he'd asked for: to live his life to the time she recalls.

Milady de Winter doesn't do well being trapped. She stalks the halls of the Nexus, her skirts moving around her legs; she still hasn't dressed like others, but she has modified her dress, ditching the corset and wearing her hair a little looser. She doesn't seem to fit here, still, but unlike in Paris, where fitting in is a matter of life and death, she isn't sure that standing it out is such a bad thing.