Night 50: M-B Block Hallway

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This was where his skill with stalking people came in handy; Matt crept along as quietly as he could, relieved to see that the hallways still seemed to be pretty empty. He liked this turn of events. It put him at ease as he strode determinedly down the hall, images of his mental map of the ground floor of Landel's running through his

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Kirk was already in the doorway when that voice rang out, and he turned automatically, dropping his hand by a few inches so as not to blind McCoy. But in the dim light, his silhouette looked nearly indistinguishable from that of his best friend, and for that, Kirk aimed his flashlight up again, carefully, just enough for the shadows to mark out the age in McCoy's face.

In spite of his unsettling meeting during the visitor shift, there was still certain comfort in seeing his friend, even a different version of him. Or maybe it was just seeing this man. After all, they'd both been here together long enough - and been through enough - to have become friends in their own right.

"Bones," said Kirk, and while some of the tension dropped from his shoulders, he still stood in the doorway as if his feet might carry him away at any moment. The seconds spent dawdling here could make all the difference in determining if Chekov was okay, but... even so, curiosity held him in place.

Try the Enterprise, Jim. Like hell, he could ignore that name.

"What happened last night?" he asked, straight to the point. They could discuss the other stuff later. Well, some of it. He didn't know what the world-ending paradox policy was in this particular situation.

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