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[time_in_my_life]

...but when I open my eyes, I'm not with Clare. I'm here again. How long has it been? Six years? But that doesn't matter to me, with my life at time's whim. I do remember this place though, even though I've only come here once before - and I also remember that being naked here is just as likely to land me in a cell as it is on Earth. So I stagger towards the bar, trying not to throw up. And it seems she is friendly, because there are pants, shirt and shoes waiting for me. And coffee. Blessed coffee.

As pit-stops before going home go, this place is one of the nicer ones I've come across.