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It's like water in your ears

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It was where she'd appeared, though that still didn't make much sense, and so Annie seemed to gravitate towards the rec room. The clothes box, so far, hadn't been too unkind, and though jeans and a big black t-shirt weren't quite the sort of things she'd worn when working back home, it's what she wore when she walked into the room to find Sam with a radio giving off static. "You alright, Sam?" she asked, coming over purely out of instinct. "Radio giving you trouble?"

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Sam glances up, always relieved to see her, always. She's the shining light cutting through clouds, but he still gives the radio a smack. "This bloody thing," he mutters. "Keeps cutting in and out."

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"I could give it a look," Annie offered, with a small smile if only for the encouragement. "Can't guarantee that I'd be too much help, but it might be worth a try, right?" And her smile widened, in that hopeful way it did.

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Sam just smiles up at her. "Gene was right," he says quietly. "Nancy Drew." But it's fond, really, completely through and through. "Y'always have an answer to the problem. Even if it's in a foreign language."

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"That's me," Annie sing-songed brightly. "Just like the Guv always said." But she never would have gotten to do a thing if it weren't for Sam, he'd noticed her from the beginning, even if no one else had really cared, and she walked towards the couch, gesturing for him to follow. "Bring it here, then. Let's have a look."

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Sam gives it yet another shake, giving up most hope about the damn thing before he brings it over to Annie. "Can't figure it out," he admits. "I hear music one minute, then its' gone the next."

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Annie tapped it a few times, played with the buttons, hoping for any kind of response but nothing changed. "Won't work for me, either, apparently," she said, mouth twisting down into a puzzled frown. "Has it acted up before, or don't you know?"

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"This thing?" Sam says, staring at the radio. "Dunno. I usually listen to the jukebox." And sometimes, all I hear's me Mum, Annie. He thinks it, but doesn't say it. Just thinks it.

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"Then you should just put this away and do that, then," Annie said, nodding decisively, though still hitting the radio, and she shrugged. "Might save us both a lot of trouble, right?"

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Sam just watches her hitting the radio, eyes drifting up and down her face, pretending she's still real. But she is real and he has to remember that. "How's it been, Annie? Settling-wise?"

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"A bit weird, still" Annie admitted, foot twirling in the air. "Trying to get adjusted, and all. But it's not so bad, really." She leaned back slowly against the couch cushion, radio abandoned but still in her lap. "Can't quite get over the time thing yet."

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"Welcome to my world," Sam murmurs under his breath, leaning forward to lean on his knees before watching her. "Nothing too weird, right?"

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"Nothing I would have thought of back home," Annie said, taking the radio and placing it by her feet with one more unsuccessful tap. "But it's sort of nice, I suppose. A lot of people different from the ones we knew at the station." Different in a good way, too.

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"Seen a mobile phone yet?" he teases, something of a smug look on his face. "Where I come from, they're all the rage. I've seen a couple of people around here with them."

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"They have mobile phones in Hyde?" she asked, sincere enough to be clear that she didn't want to hear about him being from the future and being Vic Tyler's son again, because that never ended well. "I've seen a few around, but from what I figured, that was all part of people coming from different times."

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"Not in Hyde, no," Sam says, more than a little sympathetic, but he gets her tone. "Fine," he sighs. "In Hyde, we have mobile phones, yes."