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Sawyer sits out by the lake, barefoot and smoking. He's reading his letter again. He'd read it compulsively -- pretty much once a day, sometimes more -- when he was stranded on the island, but in the past couple of months he hasn't read it more than once or twice.

He's just in a brooding mood today, though.

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"Yeah, apparently there was some flies biting folks and making stuff all weird for 'em. Some chick got turned into a guy, another guy got turned into a faun, and Claire started acting like... real un-Claireish. Hit some other folks, too."

He supposes it isn't any weirder than plagues of werewolves or frogs, but it's still incredibly bizarre. "Did it turn some people transparent?" he asks.

He shrugs. "Maybe. Why?"

"I guess that must've been what happened to a friend of mine. He couldn't figure out what caused it, but maybe it was one of the flies."

Sawyer nods. "Seems like whatever it was done ran it's course with everybody else. He still invisible or whatever?"

"Last I saw him, he was, but maybe it's worn off. I haven't seen him in a few days." He shrugs. "How do we always get lucky enough to avoid this shit?"

"You were in a toga for, like, a week. I've been forced into a tutu and turned into a cow. Lucky?"

"Okay, besides Anthy and weird clothing. I mean, when it comes to the stuff the Bar makes us wear, we're definitely not lucky. But whenever there's some kind of attack or plague or whatever, we always manage to avoid it. You just have to wonder why that is."

"I try not to question that stuff too much, Buzz. It's just inviting trouble."

"You're probably right. Damn." He doesn't really believe in jinxes, but then, anything's possible here.

Sawyer's hung out with a chaos goddess. He sure as hell believes in jinxes.

About that time, he notices explosions on the opposite side of the lake. "You know anything about that?"

Chase glances over at the fireworks. "Nope. Doesn't look dangerous, though."

He grunts. "Might go check it out a little bit later."

"So, anything been up with you lately?"

Chase shrugs. Nothing he particularly wants to talk about. "Ran into this guy I used to be good friends with. He's apparently dead."

Simply, "That sucks."

Chase waves it off. "Your life been sucking any less than mine, at least?"

"Nobody died that I know of. My girlfriend made out with Charlie, but they tell me that was just part of the fly craziness."

Chase winces. He can identify with that fairly well. "Charlie the hobbit?"

"Yeah. Musician. Says he's gay, but last time I checked, gay guys don't go dig ladies."

"Weirder things have happened." He shrugs. "Don't know why anybody would tell people they were gay if they weren't though."

"Hell if I know." He pushes himself up. "Listen, I'm gonna head over and check the fireworks out."

"Okay. See you around."

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