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There's only so long even the most cheerful teenage girl can keep up a positive attitude about being trapped in a bar at the end of the Universe.

She's paced around her room, done exercises, kata, tai-chi and has tried and tried to be productive in writing, but nothing's coming from her pen and she's just annoyed.

And depressed.

So there's Angela, sitting at a booth with a book she's not reading, slumped over the table, just staring off into space.

She's come to the end of her rope, and now she just wants to go home.

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Sayid would probably get antsy if stuck in the Bar for months, but given what he's got to go back to...

"I see your point." He offers a hand. "Sayid."

She shakes his hand. "It's good to meet you, Sayid. Where are you from, originally?"

He smiles wryly. "That's a bit of a complicated question. I grew up in Iraq. Tikrit." He doesn't elaborate further.

"And yourself?"

"I'm from Los Angeles--well, near there. Valencia. It's a nice place. Right now it's just before Halloween there."

It's going to be weird, going from Valentine's Day to Halloween.

"Ah..."

Sayid nods.

"Yes, I have a friend who lives in the Los Angeles area. I was...on my way to visit her recently."

It's kind of difficult to mention his attempted vacation to LA without mentioning the plane crash, but Sayid's making a valiant effort.

"I hear it's quite lovely."

"It is. Mostly the beaches are great. I spend a lot of time on the beach."

Not that you'd know it, the way even the light tan she had has faded.

"As do I." Sayid smiles. "I like to think I'm something of a connoisseur of beaches."

"Have you traveled to a lot of them?"

Angela hasn't really been very many places, though she might go to Hawaii this year for surf school.

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