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[not_even_dreams]

Hello, everyone.

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[guns_and_coffee]

Sam.

It's good to see you. Or your handwriting, at least.

[not_even_dreams]

It's good to be writing again.

I've been keeping careful track of the days, or at least trying to. I read something about time fluctuations. But I think it's the 19th of March. Is that right?

[guns_and_coffee]

I'd estimate that puts you three weeks ahead of Rowan as a whole, for whatever that's worth. It's mid-March for me as well.

[not_even_dreams]

So what does that mean? If I go outside, will it still be February?

[guns_and_coffee]

For you, no. For most the of the people you meet, probably. We haven't gone nonlinear, not that I can tell. We all simply seem to be moving at differing and sometimes variable speeds.

[not_even_dreams]

And there's no way to stop this from happening?

[guns_and_coffee]

Getting away from the eastern elves would probably do the trick.

[not_even_dreams]

There are more of them now?

[guns_and_coffee]

Yup. Remember when we were only fluctuating by hours, not days and weeks? That was when it was only John. If the population keeps increasing, I suspect we'll go entirely nonlinear.

[not_even_dreams]

[[Ianto may perceive the pause or not, but in any case when Sam responds his handwriting is a little too precise, the letters dark and heavy as he presses down onto the page.]]

They're going to destroy us.

[guns_and_coffee]

Someone usually is.

[not_even_dreams]

You're not wrong.

Can't Jack do something?

[guns_and_coffee]

Possibly. You should talk to him.

[not_even_dreams]

I imagine I will, eventually.