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It may be some time before Quinn gets up the nerve to walk outside again, no matter how appealing the green landscape is. At least he's starting to think he knows why. He's not going to be staying here much longer. Not if his world keeps grabbing him back and pulling other people with him. It's nearly time to go home.

Still, he could do with a proper dinner or two before he has everything together, so he makes his way down to the Bar and finds a convenient booth. It'll do as well as anywhere else, really.

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Bonzo shakes his head sympathetically.

"Bar has a habit of doing that to some people. I just seem to get stuck here for long periods of time."

"I can think of worse places to be stuck," Quinn mutters.

Bonzo nods.

"Oh, I can too. Believe me, when your world is on the verge of breaking into a world war, this is called a vacation."

"That bad, eh?" Quinn says. "What's it like?"

"It's not bad, as far as everyday life goes, but there were a number of students, myself included, who went to an elite military school when we were growing up. We were supposed to defeat the Buggers...the aliens I mentioned earlier...but something went wrong and they held us off. Now, everyone wants to conquer everyone else all at once."

Quinn shakes his head sympathetically. "Sounds like you got something of a short stick," he says. "Look like they're gonna manage it?"

"Probably not, which is the problem."

Bonzo rolls his eyes.

"Countries just don't know how to take 'no' for an answer sometimes."

"Mmm. Well, I wish you luck with that," Quinn says. "You lot don't need them to get any worse, from the sound of it."

And there's an audible sigh.

"I know. Especially if Russia and China get involved."

Pause.

"Think of your dragons, only human and not burning quite as much."

Quinn winces. "I see," he murmurs.

Bonzo notices the wince.

"Sorry about that."

Quinn waves a hand. "Can't be helped. It's not the sort of thing that ever goes down easy."

"Thanks." He pauses briefly, thinking. "How'd you end up meeting Dooku, anyway?"

"Tell you the truth, I don't recall the details," Quinn says. "It was a while ago. I'd just come back from an accidental trip home, and we had an injured man and a boy on fire. He showed up to see what was going on. Offered to help."

"Ah. That would attract his attention. How did you end up coming back with two other people?"

"Well, I left with three," Quinn says. "No, that's not fair. I did come back with all three. Arithon wasn't hurt, though, just shocked as hell. They were along to help me find a friend who'd gone and got lost, and wandered into my world with me by mistake."

"You can do that?"

First he's heard of it happening.

"'Can''s a bit misleading," Quinn says. "It's never been my idea yet- happened three times now."

"And it just happens randomly?" Bonzo pauses, pondering this. "Bar has a strange sense of humor."

"Bar's a sick bitch if that's her idea of a joke," Quinn mutters.

Bonzo shrugs. "Sometimes I wonder if Bar knows the effects of some things she does before she does them. Like bringing me in about two minutes before I was supposed to die."

"That how it happened for you?" Quinn says. "I was on my way to the stable at home. What were you dying of?"

"Stupidity."

Bonzo says that derisively, rolling his eyes.

"You might narrow it down a bit," Quinn says mildly.

Bonzo sighs.

"Another boy at the school had beaten me in a battle and inadvertantly rubbed it in my face. I lost my temper and decided to beat the crap out of him. As I was on my way in, Bar decided to bring me in here."