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Here's someone who hasn't had an entrance in a while. Nita's stretched out on a couch by the fire, watching -- the fire, the rafters, the bar -- as a cup of tea cools on the floor next to her.

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This is not the Tony you are looking for.

Move along.

Isn't it really?

Well, Nita can't be expected to know that. She flips over onto her stomach and waves to him, smiling cheerily.

Anthony gives her a very sheepish, very-un-Tony-ish wave.

"Um. Hi."

She blinks, but doesn't stop smiling.

"Hey, Tony. What's up?"

"Um...not...not Tony," he says, lifting his hand to the back of his neck.

She frowns a little.

"Um. No?"

"I-I-I'm Anthony. Um. Not Tony. At least, not the one you know..."

". . .Oh. Okay."

It's Milliways. Alternate universes happen.

Admittedly, never to her before, but hey.

She sits up and offers a hand. "I'm Nita, then. Nita Callahan."

"I-I know," he says. "Um, there's a version of you, where I come from. She's an intern."

He shakes her hand.

Blink. "An intern at where?"

"A movie studio. CTU Productions. She goes out with this boy named Behrooz...they aren't really descreet about their relationship."

"......

"Yeah, okay, that's just wrong."

"Wrong how?"

It was his home--he didn't see anything inherently wrong in its existence.

"Me and Behrooz is just -- we're. . ."

She shakes her head. "Never mind. Have you been in the bar long?"

"Behrooz is here? I haven't seen him yet."

"Yeah, he comes in and out."

"And you two aren't dating."

"Nnnnnno."

There might be an implied ew.

"I see."

This was a very, very different world.

"I've been here for a week."

"Are you Bound or what?"

"Um, does that mean I can't leave the bar? Because I can't see the door I came in from."

"Right." She frowns. "You set up okay here, then?"

"I guess. Everyone seems to think I'm an asshole and that I hate Michelle, but otherwise I'm OK."

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