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Russell got a room for the night and he supposed he should have been grateful for how comfortable it was but, no matter how hard he tried, he still worried about Fletcher.
Of course, Fletcher probably wouldn't even know he was gone until morning, but that didn't stop Russell from tossing and turning. He didn't know how to leave and he HAD to be back by tomorrow to start the experiment.
That's the last time he went anywhere without the means to draw an array, he thought. If he hadn't been so stupid as to forget to carry a piece of chalk around, he could have left as soon as he arrived, before...before Edward had shown up.
Russell was fairly sure he wasn't hallucinating anymore, only the real Ed would pick a fight like that and he wasn't sure what disturbed him more, the fact that Ed was alive or that this place actually was at the end of the universe.
Russell fell asleep quickly after this last thought, his brain trying to make up for three days of sporadic napping and just the shock of everything that he'd seen and heard today.
***
When Russell idly wandered down into the bar the next morning, perky and refreshed, but also very hungry, he was delighted to see that the door had reappeared. Wasting no time, Russell was through it and, seconds later, standing in the hallway outside his room.
The sun was just rising. He was home.
Russell made breakfast for Fletcher and himself this time and, later, when Fletcher asked why Russell had been whistling cheerfully (something he hadn't done in years), Russell couldn't give him any specific reason.
Of course, Fletcher probably wouldn't even know he was gone until morning, but that didn't stop Russell from tossing and turning. He didn't know how to leave and he HAD to be back by tomorrow to start the experiment.
That's the last time he went anywhere without the means to draw an array, he thought. If he hadn't been so stupid as to forget to carry a piece of chalk around, he could have left as soon as he arrived, before...before Edward had shown up.
Russell was fairly sure he wasn't hallucinating anymore, only the real Ed would pick a fight like that and he wasn't sure what disturbed him more, the fact that Ed was alive or that this place actually was at the end of the universe.
Russell fell asleep quickly after this last thought, his brain trying to make up for three days of sporadic napping and just the shock of everything that he'd seen and heard today.
***
When Russell idly wandered down into the bar the next morning, perky and refreshed, but also very hungry, he was delighted to see that the door had reappeared. Wasting no time, Russell was through it and, seconds later, standing in the hallway outside his room.
The sun was just rising. He was home.
Russell made breakfast for Fletcher and himself this time and, later, when Fletcher asked why Russell had been whistling cheerfully (something he hadn't done in years), Russell couldn't give him any specific reason.