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It would appear Sawyer got restless during one of Claire's outings.

He's going to be in so much trouble.

Anyway, here he is in a booth, having managed to make his way down the stairs without falling. He's dressed only in a pair of jeans and wrapped in a couple of blankets that occasionally shift so that you can see the green scaly skin that has completely taken over his right side. His hand on that side is still missing, as are a couple of toes now.

A plate of dry toast sits nearby. He attempted to eat, but that just wasn't happening.

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"I saw a couple of the movies. That count?"

"Why did you go see the movies?" Sawyer doesn't seem the type to read the books or watch the movies. Chloe stifles a laugh.

He shrugs. "A couple of the girls I was with were fans."

Chloe won't make snide comments.

"Oh. My nieces are fans. That and Lemony Snicket."

"So, you brought it up because...?"

"Wizardry runs in families. It's in their blood. My mother is an anti-social bitch, so am I. My father loved to tinker with things, I built a computer out of old parts at the age of 10."

Grimly, "Yeah, well, I ain't nothing like my parents."

"Are you certain? I'm sure you've got just a little bit of both in you. Nature and nurture. There have been studies."

"I doubt they've studied a whole lot of cases like mine." He's getting more morose by the second.

Chloe feels a little unsettled. Not by Sawyer, but by a feeling she's had in her gut for a week or two.

He eyes her. "If you're planning on puking or something, how about taking that somewhere else? I figure I'm already sick enough as it is."

"Yeah. Ok." She slowly rises to her feet. "I hope that thing that ate your hand is healed."

"Me, too. I hope your baby isn't evil."

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