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[doc_w]

Clair had fled the Sanctuary when her beeper had rung. Code Blue--Gabriel had flatlines, presumably because of the psychic turmoil and not, she hoped, because Allen had decided to unplug him and melt his insides

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[shoppingmaster]

Dom slipped in, looking for Clair. He had two cups of something hot, likely one coffee and one tea, and he stopped next to her and nudged her shoulder gently.

"Thought you might need something."

[doc_w]

Clair looked up at him, then gratefully took the tea. "Thanks." Lean. "How's Z?"

[shoppingmaster]

"Sleeping. I was going to poke him, but I wanted him to rest."

Dom rubbed his own head, the migraine finally beginning to recede.

"How are you?"

[doc_w]

"Tired, headachy, and confused. But at least all that yellow is gone. What was that?" It was obvious that she was a little worried that the web could have changed like that.