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[stilljustandrew]

There's a Watcher in the bar.

Specifically, there's an Andrew Wells in the bar, seated in a booth not far from the fireplace. He's ostensibly making a list in his notepad, but right now he's staring into the fire without really seeing the flames or the serenely circling fish, pen resting forgotten on the page.

He's got stuff on his mind.

Any moment now he's going to notice that the tip of the pen's making a large blot and the list will have to be redone.

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[gavemea_45]

"But you're not going to listen," Sam finishes.

"Are you."

[stilljustandrew]

"It might not even be part of it," he protests wanly, to the table. "This could all just be me getting scared over nothing."

[gavemea_45]

"It better not be."

His tone is hard and flat.

"And since you're not going to let anyone help, I'm telling you now -- when this is over, Andrew, you better leave me a note saying so and that it all turned out okay. Or else."

[stilljustandrew]

Or else what? is the obvious question, with an even more obvious answer: or else nothing.

"I will." He makes himself look up, tightens his voice to steadiness. "The second I get back. I promise."