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[notjustnarrator.livejournal.com]

When Nick ventures down from his room, he is not in the best of moods. After his conversation with Puck, a few things - tiny, mundane details - brought themselves to light in his mind, and now he cannot stop blaming himself.

So he does what any sensible man would do, and orders a drink.

The drink - Scotch, on the rocks - appears within seconds, but there is something odd about it.

It's resting atop a hardcover book. When Nick picks it up and reads the gold print along its side, he looks puzzled. The Great Gatsby, it reads. By F. Scott Fitzgerald.

176 pages and two and a half glasses of Scotch later, the book hits the floor with a very audible thud.

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[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps that's the only difference between the universes-your names. Which seems rather doubtful, as I'm sure other things would differ, but...it's an idea."

[notjustnarrator.livejournal.com]

"... maybe."

Then, an idea!

"I'll... try to research it, or something."

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

"I would suggest starting by asking if anyone's seen someone who looks like you. Or perhaps asking the Bar for more books."

He's not sure that more books would help with Nick's boggled state, but they might provide more information.

[notjustnarrator.livejournal.com]

"I'll get around to it," Nick says, sounding slightly pathetic. "But... not now. My head hurts."

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

"I would normally suggest having more of whatever it is you're drinking-but in this case, I doubt drunkness would help." He pauses. "Although it would certainly be a distraction."