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[bitchykid]

[A few days, wandering, a little lost, wondering if this was just another trick, and if it was, what he'd done to deserve it, but it doesn't take him very long to understand that there are people dying, that there's new enemy lurking in the air, able to catch anyone

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[unbarred]

We were brought here for a reason.

[bitchykid]

All of us?

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[unbarred]

All of us.

[bitchykid]

And if we don't like the reason?

[unbarred]

Then I'm not sure what to tell you. My only speculation is that if we find a cure, we can go back to our own worlds. Without it, we will be stuck here.

[bitchykid]

[Neither option sounds so great to him, it shows on his face.]

I'm not a doctor.

[unbarred]

Neither am I.

[bitchykid]

There's no guarantee we go back. Maybe they're just using us.

[All his memories revolve around being used as a pawn, it hurts him, his head droops.]

[unbarred]

Maybe, but we have no proof of that. So we can do what we can.

[bitchykid]

What can we do, to help? Really help, I mean.

[unbarred]

Gather information. I've done at least that much. And also, I work as a transporter back in my world. I can probably do the same thing here.

[bitchykid]

[He lifts his head! Boyish curiosity piqued!]

A transporter?

[unbarred]

Yes.

[bitchykid]

What did you transport?

[unbarred]

I can't exactly say. Confidentiality.

[bitchykid]

Huh. [At least he's distracted from his wangst for a minute.]

I did part time work for the post-office, delivery stuff. Like that is what you mean, right?