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[tinderfoot]

[It’s early morning, the morning sirens have yet to sound. And here, in the corner of the food court at the Underground Mall, sits Tyrell. Tyrell, who found himself strangely just outside the boarding house several hours ago, Tyrell who was declared dead just over a week ago, not that he knows this yet

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[madeinoblivion]

Tyrell! [Bro, someone is happy to see you back among the living]

Man, the paper said you were a goner! And that you saved this girl's life? You should find her!

[tinderfoot]

[Tyrell's brows knit; the legs of his chair reunite with the floor again with a satisfying bang. He remembers the girl, of course, but what's this about the paper?]

... I was in the paper?

[He doesn't read it thoroughly every day, skims it, mostly, but he knew enough to understand that it wasn't an instantaneous process -- it seemed like much too soon for any of that, and that was just the most obvious problem, not the largest.]

[madeinoblivion]

She wrote for the university paper. At Hawthorne. You're famous now.

[tinderfoot]

[The idea's nice, so it's unfortunate that it still doesn't make sense.]

What, really? So quick?

[madeinoblivion]

Yep! I mean- sure, it happened a week ago, so not everyone would remember your picture, but- You saved a girl's life!

[tinderfoot]

Wait, wait, hold up -- what do you mean, a week?

[madeinoblivion]

It happened days ago- check the newsfeeds!

[tinderfoot]

[Joe's right -- he has to go back days and days until he finds what he's supposed to be looking for.

When he does, he has no idea what he should make of it, but his instinctive reaction makes his stomach drop and wish he hadn't eaten at all. This was -- this was serious.]

You told them that I was dead?

[madeinoblivion]

The girl said she saw you get chomped by that monster, and I saw the picture, and it definitely looked just like you!

[tinderfoot]

That doesn't prove anything.

Maybe it just carried me off somewhere.

[madeinoblivion]

Well- do you remember everything that happened?

[tinderfoot]

[A short pause.]

No.

[madeinoblivion]

Not even saving the girl?

[tinderfoot]

I remember her being there. Glad she didn't end up in the way. That's... [he struggles for a more descriptive word, but doesn't find it.]... good.

[madeinoblivion]

Well... she thinks you're great, I mean.
You're like her knight.

She's some kind of journalism major at Hawthorne. You should at least try and meet her.

[tinderfoot]

... You really think she'd want that?