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Fred Burkle is aware of the date.
Of course she knows it's not the real date; that with so many people on the island from so many different dimensions and with completely different calendars and units of measurement, the date on the island can only be arbitrarily chosen in order to simplify things. Though, she's not sure why whoever picked the date chose for it to be so far in the future; as far as Fred can tell, no one's been on the island more than about five years, and most of the people's she's met aren't exactly from 2006.
Either way, Fred's actual birthday isn't technically for about a month (calculating using a year's measurement from her dimension of course) and according to the island's calendars, she should be turning thirty-five instead of twenty-six, but she can't help but feel nostalgic at the date anyway. She's lived through another year: though the beginnings of what should have been an apocalypse, through an evil board game that shouldn't have been real in the first place, through a space station falling out of orbit.
And to think, there was a time when she thought she'd never even make it out of that cave in Pylea.
So it can't really be helped today that she finds herself humming the birthday song under her breath while she makes herself a sandwich in the compound, intent on taking it back to her room to wallow in peace. Not that she really would have celebrated it back home or anything-- they probably have more important things to deal with than her stupid old birthday--but her parents would have at least called or something.
She misses them the most, especially today.
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Of course she knows it's not the real date; that with so many people on the island from so many different dimensions and with completely different calendars and units of measurement, the date on the island can only be arbitrarily chosen in order to simplify things. Though, she's not sure why whoever picked the date chose for it to be so far in the future; as far as Fred can tell, no one's been on the island more than about five years, and most of the people's she's met aren't exactly from 2006.
Either way, Fred's actual birthday isn't technically for about a month (calculating using a year's measurement from her dimension of course) and according to the island's calendars, she should be turning thirty-five instead of twenty-six, but she can't help but feel nostalgic at the date anyway. She's lived through another year: though the beginnings of what should have been an apocalypse, through an evil board game that shouldn't have been real in the first place, through a space station falling out of orbit.
And to think, there was a time when she thought she'd never even make it out of that cave in Pylea.
So it can't really be helped today that she finds herself humming the birthday song under her breath while she makes herself a sandwich in the compound, intent on taking it back to her room to wallow in peace. Not that she really would have celebrated it back home or anything-- they probably have more important things to deal with than her stupid old birthday--but her parents would have at least called or something.
She misses them the most, especially today.
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