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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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[mr_gaeta]

Today's one of the better days: Gaeta made it downstairs, took Gogo for a walk, and managed to force down some soup. (Bar insisted it be French onion soup in a bread bowl, just to make sure he got a slightly more complete meal. He didn't object.)

He's at a table not too far away, Gogo dozing next to his chair. All at once, the dodo untucks its beak from beneath its wing and straightens up.

Hey. He remembers that guy! That guy's the one who named him!

[gavemea_45]

He's made a decision.

Now he just has to do it.




In the meantime, no matter what's going on outside, some things never change - like Sam's need for caffeine to fuel himself through long and grueling nights.

(When he walks into Milliways and heads for the bar, he's got no idea how long it's been on this side of the door.)