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Sheppard is seated at a booth with a beer and the deck of cards the Bar gave him. He frowns at the cards he has set out in front of him, biting his lip a bit as he thinks. It seems that the game of solitare has got him stuck.

Who wants to offer ~~not so~~ helpful suggestions?

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"I don't know. I ran into him recently too. He looks just like me, but he's Scottish. Naraht said she thinks we might be twins, and Merrick said that I was his younger brother. But it doesn't feel right, now that I've thought on it. Plus, why should I trust what Merrick's said at all?"

"You've kinda got a point." He frowned, his brow furrowing as he thought. "...Maybe he's an alternate you? I've heard about alternate universes before-same people, different situations. I died in one."

"Maybe." He considers this for a few moments. "Although Merrick did mention him by name, and I'm pretty sure it's the same Merrick. I hope there's only one of them, anyway."

He looks back at Sheppard, startled. "You died? How did that work?"

He shrugs. "Like I said-alternate universe. Well...timeline, I gues, but there's probably alternate universes, too. In that one, we went to Atlantis, but we couldn't get it out of the water before the shields broke down. It flooded, and almost everybody drowned. Zelenka and I died when the jumper got shot down, though. The thing is, though, that that verison of me accidently got the jumper to go back in time. So Weir worked with an Ancient to make sure that we'd be able to raise the city when the timeline got back to that point. We found that version of her by accident. She died pretty soon afterwards."

"Sounds... unnerving." He glances at the cards still lying on the table. "Weir is your queen, right?"

"Um...yeah. She's the head of the civilian side of things in Atlantis."

Lincoln nods.

Gromit finishes his smoothie, rather loudly, and swings his legs. He knows he should leave, but he's bored and a bit nosy, so he feels justified. Besides, he's not going to tell anyone.

Sheppard frowns as he looks down at the cards, beginning to stack them back into a deck. "I should probably go get some sleep, though. Tell me if he tries anything. And I'll keep an eye on him if I meet him."

"Thanks. And hey, sweet dreams." There's a strange look on his face as he says it.

Gromit decides it's time to go too.

Sheppard raises an eyebrow a bit at the sweet dreams comment-it's been years since anyone said something like that to him-but he nods. "Thanks."

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