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[not_a_hologram]

It turns out that Al has a lot more time on his hands now that he doesn't have Tina on them. Not that he's complaining, mind you--her voice could take the paint off a battleship from half a mile away. He is very happy to be done with her again.

While it lasts, anyway.

In the meantime, he is settled in at a table near the bar, enjoying a cigar and some coffee. His only plans for the evening involve the sign placed before him on the table, that reads simply: Advice

Go on, ask him anything. He's probably got an answer. Either way, it's free.

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[not_a_hologram]

"Torrey Pines," he says with a grin. "It's like heaven on Earth--perfect weather, clean sand, beautiful water. I used to go there all the time, when I was younger; haven't been out there in years. If you ever find a door here that'll take you there, you should go."

[will_scarlett]

"I'll 'member that, sir, sure we could find someone with a door to the beach."

[not_a_hologram]

"I'd offer, but back home it's a long drive to the beach even with my car. My door leads into the middle of nowhere in the desert. But I bet you somebody does have a beach--it's a shame they don't have permanent doors."

[will_scarlett]

"Mine's always movin' 'bout, sir, but 'rhaps Kate'll know o'one. Somethin' to do afterwards."

[not_a_hologram]

"The one thing I can offer... is peace. On the other side of my door, nobody'll bother you. It's so far away from everything and everybody--I've spent a lot of time watching the stars out there, too. You can see all of them from there."

[will_scarlett]

"Might think 'bout that, sir, thank ye."

[not_a_hologram]

"The offer's always there, you just let me know. My door's almost always there, too."

Life is good.

[will_scarlett]

"Will 'member that, sir. Think might go see 'bout findin' 'er, thank ye 'gain. Get yer next drink on me tab."

[not_a_hologram]

"Thanks," he grins. "Go have fun."