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Charlie is up in the rafters. He's more comfortable up there. It's where he seemed to spend a lot of the last five years of his life. It's not the best way to learn more about the people in this strange place. But it suits him for the moment.

He looks down and watches.

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Now he may notice someone else watching him from the floor.

A kid...why is there a kid here? Dead young? Really, really lost? Family of someone here? Only one way to find out.

"Hello."

"Hi."

His partly scrunched-up face asks, "Sooo -- why are you on the roof?"

"I don't mean to be rude, but why are you here? I mean, in this place? Bars aren't usually a place kinds would sepnd their time." He's not rushing to ask if the boy is dead.

"I -- it was in my closet."

"That sounds like a big closet." He moves out of the shadows a bit. "So you're still alive?"

Furrowing his brows -- "Yes."

"That's good." He inches out more. No mask today, just the blue suit. "And what do you know about the place?" He's not above getting answers from anyone. And kids are more candid.

"It's -- at the end of the universe."

Saying more than one word, it seems, comes at a great pain for this boy.

"Yes. I was told that. But I'm sure there is more to it than that. An idea like that isn't a statement. It's a clue." He peeks out more. "Do you have a name?"

He nods. "Benjamin."

"Charlie. Where are you from?" Never hurts to ask, does it?

Um. " -- an island."

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He might notice a movement to his left on the beams.

He watches in the semi-dark.

"Hello."

She turns, grins, and flips across the beam, turning a couple of somersaults.

"Hallo."

"That's very good." He does something similar but slower and more graceful.

She grins, appreciating the art.

"Circus?"

"Hills Brothers? Or one of the larger outfits?" He ends up sitting next to her. Looks her over to see that she is about 14 or 15.

"I asked first. And none at the moment."

"Oh. My mistake." He usually asks first. "I'm a martial artist. My traning is extensive. But I haven't been to a circus in some time, and never performed with one."

"I was with a circus until I was fourteen, now I'm a schoolgirl. But I have a school concert to practice for, so now I can do acrobatics as much as I like."