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Hurley sits at the bar, staring at the door back to the island.

Is he allowed to be just 'Hey guys, I found a magic bar in my cave, lets all go get a meal and a shower!'? Or... how does he explain how he suddenly seems to have showered?

Hurley suddenly realizes he has to keep 'magic bar in my cave' a secret.

And he's going to need to get dirty as soon as he gets back.

Which should probably be soon.

Since they might be worried about how long he's been gone.

Crap.

Hurley pouts and eats a leg of fried chicken. You know, for breakfast.

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"You're lucky to be here then." She blows the smoke out away from him. "It's just too bad that time stops for you when you're in here."

"Wait, what?" Hurley says.

"Time stops?" She shrugs.

"...seriously?" Hurley says.

"Well, I haven't tested it out yet so I can't be one hundred percent sure. But that was what I was told." She glances around for a bit. "My door hasn't opened just yet so I'm stuck here until it... well, materializes."

"Oh dude," Hurley says. "You don't have a door?"

"Nope." She shakes her head. "Am I supposed to panic?"

"Well, I was told by this cranky guy that its normal," Hurley says. "But... well, I guess I hope you like it here."

"I don't know. I've just been hanging around and I..." She nods toward the sofa; the one next to the fireplace. "I took a brief nap earlier. But god, I need a shower and I could use a bed to sleep in."

"You know there's rooms, right?" Hurley says.

She stares at him. "There are?"

"Yeah, with showers and everything," Hurley says. "You just have to ask the bar."

"Is there anything the bar can't provide?" She looks impressed.

Hurley thinks. "Money, I guess. Since you like, have to pay it."

"Well, how much is a room? I don't exactly have a lot of cash with me." She's left with fifty dollars at most.

"You know what? It's on me," Hurley says. "I'll cover it."

"Really?" Shane lets out a smile, grateful for that. "Thank you." She takes one last puff of her cigarette and stubs it out. "Hey, listen. Do you have any idea where your plane crashed? I mean, if we're from the same time, the same universe even, I could try to inform the search and rescue team. They're probably still out there looking for you, right? I'm sure they haven't given up."

Hurley shakes his head. "We were off course and stuff. I think. Somewhere between, like, Australia and California. Oceanic 815."

"Jesus. You guys could be anywhere. But alright. Oceanic 815." Shane nods.

"I... I don't watch the news much. But once I get back, if I get back," she corrects. "I'll try to find out what I can and I'll let you know." She lets out a wry smile. "No one's going to believe that I met one of the survivors of Oceanic flight 815 at a bar at the end of the universe. But really, I'll see what I can do."

"Uh, wait," Hurley says. "What year is it, for you?"

"2008?"

"Yeah, that's kind of the future for me," Hurley says. "So probably not gonna help."

"Oh, god. So you could be..." She licks at her lips. "Right. And there's the possibility that we're not from the same universe so." She drops her head in her hands. "Fuck."

"Dude, seriously? Don't worry about it. Cause otherwise you're going to freak me out," Hurley says.

"You're right. I'm so sorry." She reaches for her jacket and pulls it on. "I should go. I haven't had enough sleep and I'm a little hungover and I'm bound to say something stupid if I haven't already. But thank you." She stands up and awkwardly pats Hurley on the back. "For the room. Thank you. I owe you one."