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She's okay for the most part. Not too hot... not looking like crap like before. If Sam hadn't of been there. But he was. Going over to the bar counter she orders a cup of hot chocolate then goes over to a chair and curls up in it. She figures drinking hot chocolate and curling up with a good book will keep her mind off her nightmares. Off the way she feels when she has them. So far it seems to be working.

Whether it stays that way or not... is a whole other story.

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One of these times, Clark is not going to be surprised when he sees someone who might be someone he knows. This is not that time, however, as evidenced by him sort of just staring at Jessica shortly after he finds a seat in her vicinity.

It isn't that she knows he's there because she doesn't. It's just one of those feelings a person gets when they're being watched. So blue eyes look up and she gives Clark a small smile in greeting. He's a stranger, she won't outright say hello. Not yet.

Clark will smile back, of course, although a little shyly and do the honours of breaking the ice.

"Hey. Sorry, you look like someone I knew. Your name isn't," he pauses briefly here, "Lindsey, is it?"

That's the first she's gotten that. She's never been told that she looks like someone else. Then again she's been here for so long... she doubted that would happen.

"No. Name's Jessica."

"Yeah, I didn't think so. Just wanted to make sure." Clark flashes another quick smile. "Sorry again."

"Don't be. It was an honest mistake." She says simply. "There's people who've shown up here that know me but I don't know them. So, it's quite alright." But yet again she's never been mistaken for anyone.

Clark raises an eyebrow. "You too? I get that sometimes." More often than he'd like, actually. "Kind of weird, isn't it?"

"Yeah, me too. Though it was someone that had known Sam." She states. "And definitely weird. Especially when the woman already knew my name. Talk about throw someone off."

"Sam Winchester?" Clark asks.

Those blue eyes look at him a moment before she gives a slight nod. "That'd be him."

"I've met him a few times, and Dean. They seem like good guys," he nods.

"Oh, I'm Clark, by the way."

"Sometimes I think it's a bad thing that we're even in this place together." She's been thinking that for a while now though. Especially since thanks to this place... it doesn't let you get over the dead. "They are good guys. And nice to meet you, Clark."

Clark's smile fades a little.

"Why do you say that? It being a bad thing, I mean."

Her own smile fades and she goes quiet for a moment.

"Because you can't move on when the dead walk around like they're alive."

It's almost said too quietly but she said it so only her and Clark could hear.

"I'm dead. By what Sam told me last time... it's been eleven months since then."

"I'm sorry," he replies, just as quietly, even though he already knows this. He just figures it's not really his place to tell her he knows things about her; he'd rather she say what she's comfortable with.

"I can imagine that would be tough to deal with."

Silence. Something that seems to go on forever. Or maybe that's just how it feels.

"It is tough to deal with. Considering how much I still love him. But he's got a life now. And I won't interfere with that. Though I have a feeling I already am."

And she doesn't like that feeling one damn bit.

Clark is quiet for a moment himself. He's never really thought about what he'd do if Alicia showed up here until Sam told him about Jessica and now, talking to Jessica herself, he's still not sure.

He sighs softly. "It's not your fault you came here, though. Or that he's here, too. Even though it's hard now, maybe... maybe it'll end up helping in the end."

"How can it help? I ended up here and because of this place I don't have any intentions of crossing over. And Sam... he's always helping when he should be getting on with his life. I don't want to hold him back. No matter what Dean thinks."

Ah. Dean isn't helping. For some reason, Clark isn't surprised.

"It's not so easy to just give up on someone you care about, especially if you get to see them again when you're not expecting to." He shakes his head slowly. "I don't know. Maybe if he can help you here, it'll help him be able to move on out there. I'm not so good with advice, though," he finishes with a small smile.

"He's not the only one that needs to move on though." She states quietly. She did too but she didn't think she could do it.

"Yeah," he agrees, softly. "Can't just turn those feeling off, much as it'd be nice if we could."

"No, unfortunately you can't turn them off. I wish I could sometimes because then maybe it'd be easier." She gives him a sad smile. "As long as he moves on out there I'll be fine. I think."

He nods. "Have you been able to make many friends here? I would think if you had some people of your own, I mean that he doesn't know, that might help."

"A few but I tend to stick to myself a lot." She says curling up in the chair more.

"Yeah, I do that, too. Socializing can't hurt, though, can it?" Clark asks with another small smile.