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He's finally convinced Shannon to let him out.

Well, actually, she's fallen asleep and he needs to get out before he goes crazy, so he comes downstairs in a pair of khaki shorts and a white t-shirt.

He's still a bit sore, but he hopes the burger and coke he orders and takes to the booth with him will help with that.

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"I thought she was staying in New Orleans?"

"Oh, mate, there was a hurrican. Half the city's under water. Do you know Richard Mayhew? He and his family were living there and had to vacate to Loki's place in Tokyo."

"I've heard Claire mention them. Man." He shakes his head. "That's insane."

"Fucking freaky weather," Charlie agrees.

"Beats island monsters, I'm sure."

"Well, you'd go more quickly if you were being eaten."

"Depends on how quickly you're being eaten, I suppose."

"Well, first you'd go into shock from the bloodloss so you wouldn't feel any pain--and depending on what's eating you they might do something else first, like smother you or drown you . . .

"Why are we talking about this?" He makes a face.

"I have no idea," he says, a small laugh escaping his lips. It causes his abdomen to hurt and he winces slightly.

"Do you need something? There's a doctor around, I think."

He shakes his head. "Naw, I'm okay. Just still a bit sore, but I'm feeling better. Thanks though." He eats one of the fries that are growing cold on his plate. "Want one?"

"Sure." He sits and takes a chip. "There was a bloke called Alton who came in once and made the best chips I've ever had. Crisp and hot . . . oh. Just perfect."

"Well," he says, popping a fry in his mouth. "These aren't too bad. The bar seems to be able to supply anything. Shannon and I got some burgers here that we hadn't had since we were sixteen."

"Oh, yeah, it gave me fantastic banoffee pie the last time I asked for some. But sometimes when it's made my hand it's just better, yeah? I've cooked here once or twice. Just a fry-up but still. Handmade."

"Maybe I'll cook something up one day." He smiles. "Man, it's been so long since I've cooked anything."

"Bacon," Charlie says, nodding. "That's about all I can do."

He laughs. "You need some cooking lessons."

"I can also fry an egg. And make soup from a can. And my toast is excellent. Never burned at all."

He chuckles softly. "Quite the Iron Chef."

"But I can eat like a champion." He nods wisely and eats another chip.

"Being dead really gives you an appetite." Boone cuts his burger, taking half and holding out the other half to Charlie.

"To death," Charlie says, taking the burger. "Cheers."

He laughs. "Cheers." He takes a bite out of the burger. "Not bad."

Charlie eats a few bites, then says, "So . . . what are you planning to do next? I mean . . . have you tried the door?"

He looks over to where a door should be. And then he looks around more. "Uh, where is the door?"