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Mr. Universe is downstairs, for the first time in a couple of weeks, having got caught up in whatever's the latest thing to catch his interest.

He has his laptop, of course, and is working intently.

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"No. I don't have any family. Someone I think I could call a friend."

"Girlfriend? because I know this place is like a meat market. Everyone finds someone to be with. Besides me, of coarse. I'm still stuck in the whole "this is too perfect" phase."

I smirk. It's true. You can't say it isn't

"No girlfriend. I was married."

To a robot, but he tends to pass that over.

"Sorry. What was she like?"

"Lenore? She was wonderful."

Wistful.

"Well, I'm sure fate will allow you to see each other again. As chessy as it sounds, you nothing can hold back true love."

'

He smiles.

"We'll see. There's always hope."

"Yeah."

His time for questions, if there are any more left.

"How long have you been coming here, then? If you're still thinking it's too perfect?"

"four months."

"But you get to come and go?"

"Yeah, luckily I do. This is a nice escape sometimes, but like you, I do have jobs and people back home. This place is quiet, unstressful, cheery most of the time, and just dreamlike in general. No work, no personal problems. Not running away from stuff, but getting time to thank about it."

Mr. Universe nods.

"And they say time doesn't pass in most people's worlds, while they're in here."

"Well, Mr. Universe, I think we covered all the first conversation bases...and unfortunately, I'm set to go back home soon enough. So, I hope you don't mind if I bow out. I'll see you around."

She walks off eventually leaving to go back home.

(ooc: Sorry for any delays, distractions are popping up all over. Thanks for the thread. Hope you don't mind.:)

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