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[harvardbohemian]

[Pre-Milliways: Joanne visits the last person she'd ever thought would be in jail."He's got me on this wild goose chase, Adam, about some bar on Avenue C. I gotta go. My signal's breaking up. I'll call you later, alright?" Hanging up, Joanne eyes the door in the alley. It was just a door to someone's storage area. This is so wierd. Idly pulling at

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[the_antiangst]

And from a couch by the fire: "...'Claiming to be'? I think if someone were infringing on my territory, I'd know about it by now. And I would've kicked their ass."
Angel's grinning as he says it, though.

[harvardbohemian]

Joanne just stands there for a while, gaping toward the couch, then, with all of her strength, walks over to Angel, blinksing. "Angel? ... Mark was -right-?"

[the_antiangst]

"What, you thought he made it up? Suppose I can't blame you, but... seriously, honey, this even defies Maureen's imagination, and you know how exceptional she is."

[harvardbohemian]

"Well, he has been acting really wierd lately. Wierd enough that Roger's been worried. I guess I never really thought that he might be right." She pauses and facepalms. "The most logical explanation is usually right. Especially when it comes to Mark. Before this, every time I would have said that Mark was being truthful above everyone else in the group. This was just so off the wall." She can't help but stare. At Angel, at the other people, at everything.