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sbpd_papabear) wrote2012-04-04 09:24 pm
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OOM: After Stumbling On Milliways
It's been a couple days since they stumbled into some sort of shared hallucination (which is really the best thing he can think to call it) and neither one has broached the topic. For Henry's part, he's decided it's either too weird to talk about or never happened at all.
Instead, he's working late on Thursday night fixing paperwork that tried to claim Gus' car insurance as a state billable work expense. Nice try.
Just after seven, the station had gone more or less quiet - the steady din of the workday tapering off to the solemn click of a few keyboards punctuating the otherwise still environment. It was kind of nice... perfect time to grab a coffee and check out the snack machine for options to stave off dinner until he went home.
Instead, he's working late on Thursday night fixing paperwork that tried to claim Gus' car insurance as a state billable work expense. Nice try.
Just after seven, the station had gone more or less quiet - the steady din of the workday tapering off to the solemn click of a few keyboards punctuating the otherwise still environment. It was kind of nice... perfect time to grab a coffee and check out the snack machine for options to stave off dinner until he went home.
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After another comfortable quiet he adds; "I'm sure you've got better things to be doing anyway than being out on a boat."
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He doesn't miss trying to make a marriage work when he's gone all the time.
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Stays quiet for a beat too long, because then she feels compelled to fill the space.
"This would be a nice time for a hallucination."
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He wants to tell her that he's sorry and that if she needs someone to talk to, he's there... but it would only make things worse.
Instead, he mutters; "I don't know if I could handle that right now... one shared hallucination is weird enough."
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"Do you really think that's what it was, though?" The topic's been broached, she may as well ask. The whole thing still isn't sitting right with her. "Is that even possible?"
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"Do you have a better theory? Because there actually being a place inside the station that's larger than the station and happens to stop time when you enter it sounds kind of crazy."
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It's really the only thing that makes sense, when she thinks about it. They couldn't have just been in the station, or time would've stayed constant.
"I walked through the front door of the station and ended up in a bar. I know what door I walked through. How did you end up there?"
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After a long pause, considering the thought, he answers; "I was in the evidence room. I saw a door that seemed off and... well, you know how it goes."
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Now she's really intrigued. And a word comes to mind: portal.
"So we both went through doors, and ended up there. At different times. From different places. We weren't in the station. I don't know where we were but it couldn't have been. There was an outside, and that outside wasn't Santa Barbara."
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She drains her glass of water and props herself on her elbow.
"Whatever happened it's always sitting right there just outside my thoughts and as soon as I'm not focused on something else, there it is."
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It's not easy to admit something's out of his league, but it's the honest to god truth.
"What are we supposed to do about it? Admit we've both lost our minds and there isn't some weird door in the back of the evidence room and worry about whether or not we'll end up in the parking lot when we try to leave the station?"
He's on a roll, "I can't even open a door at my house without double checking it actually leads where it's supposed to."
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"I don't know," she admits at some length. "I can't go through a door, either. I hesitated this morning getting into the shower. I worried driving through the tunnel on Via Esperanza. Anything could be a portal. How do we know?"
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The word strikes him and he shakes his head again, clenching the hand that she'd touched. He knows what the implication is.
Several silent moments later, he looks back up at her and mutters; "I'm not going back in the evidence room until I've had at least one drink."
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The waiter brings their food, hovering a moment to make sure they have all they need.
"Do you want to get a bottle of wine, maybe?"
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Maybe if he can get a glass or two in his system things will seem a little less insane.
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"If we're going to deal with this, we're going to have to talk about it." He sighs; "And eventually try to go back."
Try, because he's not entirely sure that they can.
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In her wildest imagination she can't think of anything she wants to do less.
"Now who sounds nuts?"
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He raises both eyebrows; "If we're going to figure this out, we need more than just ourselves."
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"Well, we're our own eyewitnesses. We don't know how to get to the... scene."
She hates what she's about to say, but it's been niggling at her every time the matter comes up.
"If this is some otherworldly kind of thing, that's, well, it's rather in the realm of of Psych, isn't it?"?
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"We can handle this, we'll go together - just the two of us - and try the door I went through."
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The idea of going back is tempting, of course, to figure out just what it was that happened. But she's become the sort of person who likes to have some guarantees in life.
"I can't just disappear, Henry."
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On cue, the waiter arrives with their wine and two nice large glasses.
"Might be worth the risk."
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