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[man_offaith]

The counter hung innocuously from the wall of his hut, numbers forever stuck between 79 and 78, collecting a thin layer of dust. All it was good for, anymore. He'd done everything he was supposed to, everything the islands asked of him, but when the counter stopped, so did he. He lived the normal, safe, boring life of a man without a destiny. A

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[infathersimage]

Rilian walked into the room, a steaming cup of tea held firmly in one hand. Though he was quite glad for the island's warmth to have returned, he would not give up the comforts of hot tea. Cold weather or not, there was something soothing about it.

Upon spying a bald-headed man seated in a chair, a walking stick strewn about his lap, Rilian nodded at him in greeting. "Hello," he said simply.

[man_offaith]

John's eyes widened, a startled, almost frightened look crossing his face. A look of shame. Of guilt. But only for a moment. Within the span of a few breaths, John was smiling amiably.

"Hello," he said, and then waited. If more than the face was familiar, he'd know soon enough.

[infathersimage]

Something quite curious passed across the man's face, but in an instant it was gone. The moment happened so quickly that Rilian might have believed to imagine things, though he was certain he did not.

Regardless, he smiled amiably, gesturing at the curious tin in the man's lap. "Pardon my intrusion, but what is that?"

[man_offaith]

Well, that answered that. The resemblance was uncanny, but nothing more.

"This?" he asked, holding it up so the young man could see. "It's a film reel. In this place, a rather useless one, in fact."

[infathersimage]

"I have never heard of such a thing before," he confessed. The corners of the Prince's mouth turned up. "My name is Rilian, of Narnia. Many of the things here are strange and wondrous to me. What does it do?"

[man_offaith]

"Well," he said, pushing to his feet and grabbing his walking stick so he could hobble over to the projector, rolling it away from the corner and pointing it toward a bare wall. Popping open the can, he took out the reel and said, "You feed the film into this machine here, like this. Pop it in place, and flip the switch," the projector roared to life, Dr. Marvin Candle introducing himself on screen, "And the video plays."