First Entrance

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Hurley has been through a lot, lately. A lot.

So when, instead of entering his cave, he ends up at a bar, well... he thinks he's going crazy again.

"Oh dude, this is so not cool," he says to himself.

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"...I'm good for it," Hurley says. "Once I get home."

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John looks at him through narrowed eyes. "If you say so, squire. But I'm not the one you need to convince. Talk to the Bar." He pats the bar top, almost like patting a friend on the shoulder.

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"...I have to convince the bar?" Hurley says.

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"Which brings us," John says pointedly, "back to the question of where you are. Which ain't in Kansas anymore."

He points his cigarette to the Observation Window, where the universe is always ending, always beginning. "Alpha and Omega, universe without end, amen." He smirks. "You have a lot to learn, mate. Bar's just the first of it."

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"...wow, cool light show," Hurley says.

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Again, John just stares at him and shakes his head. "I can't tell whether you're thick as suet pudding or a Zen fucking master, but either way, I give up. You're on your own, squire, and best of luck to you."

He turns back to his mug of tea.

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"Right. Uhhh, thanks dude," Hurley says.