The strangest thing for many about the phonebox was the number of rooms, myriad in their uses and types, seemingly in unending supply. There were people here too, sometimes no more than voices around a corner or down the hall. Sometimes sitting in the chair near the fire that likely hadn't been there earlier. There was even talk of an entire
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It looked to be a foyer of some kind; there were hooks where hats and coats were hung, and a mirror above an ornate mahogany table with a vase full of flowers. Neal could hear music through the door in front of him, so he went through, not terribly surprised to find himself in a pub full of people. New York, man, he thought with a grin as he approached the bar.
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The first two days had been spent trying to get out of this place. The one time the door had opened for her she'd found herself in what had either been Elizabethan England or a very good costume party. None of it made sense, but little about this place seemed to. Rooms that reasrranged themselves, her phone not working, the people fropm all sorts of times and places?
Sarah hated being trapped, and more than that she hated being apart from Chuck. For the moment it was precisely the situation she found herself in. Information gathering was now her priority and this guy seemed as good a start as any.
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He could see she'd barely touched her own, and nodded toward it. "Vodka tonic," he guessed. "What's wrong with it, too much ice?"
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Again, he looked around a little. Peter didn't like it. You saw a lot of weird things in New York, especially working cases like Neal's, but he didn't really care for the look of Neal's friends, or whatever they were.
He grabbed Neal's elbow, preventing him from picking up the drink just set down in front of him. "We're leaving," he said, predictably and started back the way he came before he paused again, turning back to Neal. "Just how do we do that?"
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As Peter grabbed his elbow he reached automatically for his drink with the other hand, careful not to spill it as he was hauled towards the door. When they stopped, he took a sip, displaying an innocent grin when Peter looked back at him. "Look, I told you I had nothing to do with this. You didn't want to believe me, that's fine, but I'm just being honest." Neal shrugged, keeping his amusement from showing on his face. Mostly, anyway.
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"Talk to me, Neal," Peter said abruptly, looking straight at him.
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The door Neal had come through seemed to have been replaced by a section of wall and a large plastic palm tree-- either that or his drink was a lot stronger than he'd thought, and he'd lost his sense of direction. But he didn't feel even a little buzzed (he'd had two sips, how could he?) so how to explain this? "I can't impress upon you enough how honest I'm being when I say I have no idea what's going on right now."
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