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Chris stumbled forward and caught herself on the bar. One of her heels that she had been holding fell on the floor.

Her head whipped around and she took in her new surroundings.

This is not the basement. Where the hell am I?

She turned completely around, looking for something familiar.

Is this a hallucination brought on by alcohol poisioning? Or I fell asleep in the cab and this is a very vivid dream. Maybe I fell down the stairs and hit my head...

She is very confused.

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"Uh-huh."

Bar at the end of the universe. The last part was strange but Chris supposed it made sense she was dreaming of a bar, she had been a little drunk. She just hoped she was at home asleep and not in the back of the cab.

"LA? Yes. No. I mean," she sighed, "I come from NY but am living in LA for now."

Kim picks up her skepticism. "I know how crazy it sounds. But we really are in a bar at the end of the universe. Some people can leave, some can't. Can you see a door?"

So that sort of explains why she might look familiar. "I'm sorry, I'm Kim, I'm from LA too."

Chris nods.

"Hello Kim, I'm Chris."

She gestures quickly, "The exits are located in the front, the side and the door in the back where I came from."

She doesn't understand why Kim would ask her this but most of her dreams make no sense.

There's still something *so* familliar about her.

"Good, so you're not Bound. That means that you can leave whenever you want."

She pauses a moment. "This is going to sound kind of strange, but have we ever met before?"

Chris cocks her head to the side and furrows her brow. Now this was odd, usually in her dreams, even if the person didn't look familiar they were.

"I don't think so."

And there's this moment where she speaks without meaning to, her mind making the connection before she can stop herself.

"You were at the memorial."

Chris blinks.

"Huh? What memorial?"

"Your dad's memorial." Kim really needs to stop talking.

Chris leans back and regards the woman across from her.

"How do you know my dad?"

Kim really should have not said that. "Well, Chris, Milliways is kind of a magic bar."

And like all dreams she had this was getting very weird.

"Magical how?"

"Magical in that...there are a lot of people here. I sort of worked with your dad and well, he's also here."

She frowned.

"My dad's dead, Kim," she says flatly.

"I know, that's what I mean by a magical bar."

Chris rubbed her forehead.

"I don't understand."

"After your dad died, he came here."

Chris looks at her for a few minutes, trying to process this.

"What - what do you mean? Are you dead? What is this place?"

Oh God, I did fall down the stairs and break my neck. What a stupid way to die.

"I mean...it's complicated. There are both dead and alive people here. People who can and can't leave. I'm Bound, but I'm alive. You can see the door which means you could leave the bar right now."

Ok, this was starting to scare her a bit.

"And my dad's here?"

Kim recognized her after a few moments, remembered seeing the three kids, and one of them spoke briefly and she'd forgotten that until just now.

"You are Ryan Chappelle's daughter, aren't you?"

Chris simply nods.

"Yes, your dad's here and...he's here."

Chris looks around as if she expects him to show up any minute.

"Where?"

"He's upstairs. I know he really wants to see you. Do you want me to get him?"

"Yeah, I mean, would you?"

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