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Is Adam part of the reason why? Because here he is, in all his bitchtastic glory!

He doesn't see Chloe, though. He's eating chips and glaring at the back wall.

Chloe feels much pain in her head. Actually, all over.

And for once, it has nothing to with Adam. YAY for Adam!

She doesn't notice him at first.

But when she does she calls out to him gently. Almost whispering.

"Adam. Are you ok?"

Awww, poor Chloe! *pats. But not on the head.*

Adam snaps out of his reverie. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I'm fine." He keeps his voice at the same level as hers, and then pauses. "Wait, why are we whispering?"

"I don't want Jasin to know I'm down here. And my head hurts." As if to illustrate, she winces and rubs her head.

Adam resumes whispering, but glances fearfully around the Bar. "Is he down here right now?"

"I don't see him at the moment."

Adam relaxes.

Now that it's obvious that Chloe was neither drunk nor wrong yesterday, he feels more than a bit stupid. An apology is a little beyond him at the moment, though. So he'll settle for not being rude.

"You need some Tylenol for your headache or something?"

"Yes. But. I don't know if I should." Chloe's a little leery of drugs at the moment. She had some of Andrew's and they caused this whole mess to begin with.

"No, I should. Yes, I would like some Tylenol."

But Adam does not know about Chloe's pill-popping tribulations, and if he did, he would probably go all scrunchy-faced and accuse her of insanity.

"Okay, lemme see if I can do this right. Bar? Can I have some Tylenol for Chloe O'Brian?"

The Bar obligingly provides it. Adam prepares to toss it over to Chloe's table. "Here, catch."

Chloe arches her eyebrow at Adam and just gets up and goes over to him to get the Tylenol. She asks the bar for a water before she goes back to sit down.

"Thank you." She takes a pill out and swallows it.

"Oh, um. Did you find your room satisfactory?"

He makes a noncommittal 'you're welcome' noise.

"Yeah, the rooms are nice. Tony told me I can't leave until I see the door, though. How long does that usually take?"

"How long does it take? Well Adam, I was here for a few months, some people can leave everyday, others don't seem to ever leave." Chloe snorts loudly.

I TOLD YOU YOU CAN'T LEAVE UNTIL YOU SEE A DOOR!

Silly Chloe. Adam never believes anything you say until he hears it from Tony or Michelle. *thwaps Adam*

"So what, there's like no pattern to it? I might never be able to leave?"

He doesn't really believe the Bar would keep him here for months. No way. Nuh-uh.

That's ok, Chloe plain just doesn't like Adam, so it works out in the end. Silly Adam. ;)

"That's entirely possible. But doubtful."

Chloe really ought to tell him about what happened to Kim. Or not. Either way, it may or may not come up.

"So you met up with Tony. What year did he say he comes from?"

Playing with Adam's brain? Nuuuu. Of course not.

"Good. Because I want to leave as soon as possible."

Oh, Adam. You're going to be here for a loooong time. Sit back and enjoy the entropy-tastic view.

"Tony said he's from 2010. He explained the whole weird timeline thing. I don't know who all's from when, or who all's here, but it's always 2008 or 2010, isn't it?"

"Not exactly." Chloe goes back over to the bar.

"Fruit please." Fruit platter number 1,472 appears.

"I'm from 2013."

"Huh."

He munches on a chip, thoughtfully.

"But everyone else from CTU here is from 2008 or 2010?"

"Pretty much. I don't think Teri was from any particular time. She was dead, but she moved on then came back."

"Yeah, about that whole dead-people thing? How does that work? Because not everyone here is dead, obviously, so...what, are there, like, living and dead people mixed together here? Can you tell the difference?"

"The dead figure it out relatively quickly. Ryan for instance. I think I kinda told him he had died."

"He probably didn't take that too well."

"No, he didn't. Especially after he remembered all the details surrounding his death."

Adam knows not of these details of which Chloe speaks.

"He was shot by a sniper, wasn't he? When he was taking Jack downtown to answer questions?"

"Something like that. You can ask him if you want. In fact, I think it would be rude for me to tell you. Death is so personal." Chloe's been practicing her evasive manuevars since there's a REALLY big thing coming up with Jack that she has to avoid.

Adam knows perfectly well when Chloe is being evasive. But since it would be less exasperating to just ask Ryan himself than to try to weasel the information out of Chloe, he lets it go.

He's still interested in the subject of dead people, though. "So can anyone come in here? Living or dead? Anyone can just, like, walk right in?"

"Yes. Anyone. I met Bill Weasley a few months ago. There were three small children in here once. Strange creatures. I'm not sure they were human. Oh, and there was a werewolf attack soon after I came. I was attacked, then healed. The healer had to kill a tree."

"Weasley? Like from Harry Potter?"

Magic, sci-fi come true, and now fictional characters hanging around?

Adam gets up, goes over to Chloe's table, takes back the Tylenol and doses himself liberally with it.

"I just wanted to know if I was ever going to see my sister again," he says quietly.

Chloe bites her lip. Adam's sister is dead. She had forgotten that.

"Maybe." She offers a sympathetic smile.

"Teri, Kim's mother, was here, so maybe you'll see your sister. What was her name?"

"Sarah." He smiles a little at the prospect of getting to see her again.

"Kim got to see her mom?"

"Yes. And Chris got to see Ryan." Chloe fidgets a little.

Kim gets to see her parents, Chris gets to see her dad, Adam may very well get to see Sarah... Andrew isn't dead, yes, but Chloe would still like to see him.

And on a second thought, it might do Chase some good to see Angela again.

But the bar at the end of the universe is a strange and random place. It pulls people to it and doesn't pull others.

Alas, Adam will not get to see his sister. But he doesn't know that. So he's happy for the moment.

"How come there are so many people from CTU here?" he asks offhandedly. "And how many is 'a lot?' Tony didn't say how many there were exactly."

[OOC: Can we slowtime this? Mun needs teh sleep. :)]

Chloe thinks a moment.

"Jack, Tony, Michelle, Bill, myself, Ryan, Audrey, Chase and Kim. And a few others that don't work for CTU. President Palmer, Chris Chappelle."

Poor Adam. So behind.