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[stilljustandrew]

[Same continuity as this, only earlier.]

Out under the strange stars, a lone figure staggers along the lakeshore.

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[mr_gaeta]

A sliver of light appears, then squeezes down to nothing as the lake door opens and shuts.

Gaeta doesn't recognize the figure at first; it's too dark, made even darker by the fact that his eyes haven't adjusted, and he assumes it's just another patron anyway.

[stilljustandrew]

Until he hears it, at least.

"Q!"

Distant, but still perfectly audible.

"Show yourself, you omnipotent son of a bitch!"

[mr_gaeta]

Wait.

Whatever he'd been thinking of doing when he came outside, he forgets when he hears the yell...and more than that, the broken agony to it. And his frakking eyes still won't let him see more than two feet in front of his face --

Gaeta steps away from the door and navigates by sound alone. "Andrew?"

[stilljustandrew]

"Come out, come out, wherever you are ..."

His voice singsongs erratically, skating along the edge of a scream.