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"Beautiful, isn't it?"
Osgood turned around to see an old man. His face seemed strangely familiar, though she knew she hadn't met him before.
"Sorry for sneaking up on you, "he said, "You know, I never did catch your name."
Strange way of putting it, Osgood thought.
"That's because we haven't spoken before," she said, "I'm Osgood, and you are..."
"Oh, when you get to be as old as I am, you tend to lose the need for a name. I'm the curator of this place." After some time he added, "First day on the job, is it?"
"How did you know?"
"Oh, just a lucky guess. How are you feeling about your position?"
"Well. it's an amazing job, and I feel like a part of something bigger, but..."
"But what?"
"Oh, I can't say it. It's too silly."
"Go ahead. I love silly."
"It's just that I wish I could have worked here 30 or 40 years ago. I wish I could have met the Doctor." She blushed.
"Stay here. I have something for you."
The Curator left through a door Osgood hadn't noticed before. There was something terribly strange about that man, about the whole situation. He returned with a ridiculously long, multicolored scarf draped over his arms. He handed it to her.
"But... but that's..."
Osgood took a breath through her inhaler. The curator flashed a toothy, wide-eyed grin, and she understood.
"You're---"
He pressed a finger to his lips. Osgood's eyes began to well up as she wrapped the cloth around herself.
"Thank you," she said, "This means so much to me."