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Gabriel did not come home last night. Nor will he for the next few nights. 'Home' is not here. Or there. Or anywhere in the Nexus, for the moment. He hasn't been home in two years.
But he is in the Sanctuary, in a side-room, trying to sleep. Trying to stay awake. Trying to simultaneously figure out why the Other voice in his head is so silent and why he should care.
Everything is a mess, and now there is this 'Nexus' confusion to puzzle out. So much strangeness. What is a man to think? To do?
Just sleep, perhaps. If anything, maybe these last two years are a horrible dream, and he'll wake up in his loft in New York City.
Maybe.
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*Gabe's been lol'ed by angels. this might be for a few days.
But he is in the Sanctuary, in a side-room, trying to sleep. Trying to stay awake. Trying to simultaneously figure out why the Other voice in his head is so silent and why he should care.
Everything is a mess, and now there is this 'Nexus' confusion to puzzle out. So much strangeness. What is a man to think? To do?
Just sleep, perhaps. If anything, maybe these last two years are a horrible dream, and he'll wake up in his loft in New York City.
Maybe.
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*Gabe's been lol'ed by angels. this might be for a few days.