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[stilljustandrew]

*There's an Andrew in the bar. At the Bar itself, in fact.*

*He's got a small picnic basket, and is carefully packing it with one item after another as they appear, preparatory for a visit to a certain someone in the infirmary.*

...And maybe some of that green stuff he drinks, in a thermos or something?

*The thermos materializes.*

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[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

A silent stroke of the wall, and an empty cell opens.

"Step inside. All you have to do is sit quietly, Baby will do the rest."

As he himself steps into a second empty cell.

[stilljustandrew]

*He steps in, and sits down on the floor in one corner.*

*Again, almost absently, his hand comes up to touch the wall.*

It's gonna be okay.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

For a moment, there is nothing.

Then there is everything, all at once.

And finally, there is a tingle in the back of his head. Not exactly an open line, but like having someone added to your mental buddy list.

[stilljustandrew]

...whoa.

*Andrew sways a little, putting a hand to his head.*

That was ... ow.

Baby?

*Nothing appears on the wall; instead, her voice comes into his head, a little hesitant.*

Yes?

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim steps out of his cell, one hand to his head.

He looks a little like he just lost his two best friends, to each other.

O, yeh....

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew's staring at the wall, silent, with the look of someone carrying on a conversation inside his head.*

*That's probably because he is.*

*There's a moment before he turns to Tim, and he frowns in concern.*

You all right?

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

Tim waves it off.

"Just emotinally spent. Been saying a lot of goodbyes."

His eyes twinkle.

"Oh, and, uh, make sure the turtles get fed, when they show up? You'll see after I leave."

[stilljustandrew]

...turtles?