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[horacegauge]

Horace was sleeping. He didn’t get to sleep for thirty years because of that damnable island, until Torque arrived and freed him. He had thirty years of insomnia to catch up on, and after that, he’d probably sleep some more. Sleep was nice because in his dreams, She was still alive. In his dreams, there was no pain. In his dreams, they could be

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[mitcandis]

"How did you do that?" Victor asked the man as he appeared by the window. And he didn't say it with alarm, just a sort of amiable curiosity.

He'd seen too many strange things here.

[horacegauge]

"What?" Horace turned slightly, shrugged. "Oh, that? I don't know. I just do." He took a few steps further away and stared, curious. Normally, people ran away when they saw him: he did look like an eyeless, electrified zombie, after all. Torque was the only one who ever hung around to talk. "Did you bring me here?" he asked, slowly shifting his weight from foot to foot.

[mitcandis]

Eyeless, electrified zombies were only as scary as bad-tempered poisonous ghosts, after all, and Victor had had a nice drink with one of those. A man had to have perspective.

Even if the no-eyes was creepy.

"No. Nobody knows who brings us here. We just come here."

[horacegauge]

"Too bad. I'd like to say thanks." Then, almost to himself, "Been stuck in that fucking hellhole way too long." He sighed, and looked back up. "So where are we, anyway? Some kind of airport?"