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[rebelheartalien]

Michael comes in through the front door, looking a little less tired than he has been - he's not doing three people's jobs, now that Max is doing better - but still not exactly well-rested.

Come say hi while he gets a drink.

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[empath_wiggin]

"You look horrible." Val sits beside him. "What's going on, and what can I do?"

[rebelheartalien]

"...hey, Val." He musters a faint smile. "Trillian and Shelley are... kind of missing. It's not going so well."

[empath_wiggin]

Val winces, and swears in what is probably a combination of Huttsese and Twi'lek. Kind of missing reminds her of when she told someone she was 'kind of pregnant'. "I am -so- sorry, Michael. What's going on? Where are they? And do you need help? I'd be more than happy to go and er, actually do something."

[rebelheartalien]

"We don't know. In Moiraine's world, we're pretty sure, but not her time. And we're kind of drowning, yeah. It's not as bad as it was, now Max doesn't have a constant migraine and he can work again, but Trillian's gone and Shelley's not around to take some of the load, nor is Nita.... she's gone too. And Kim Bauer."

[thelastearthman]

Arthur still hasn't been sleeping, but he looks slightly less haggard than the last time Michael saw him.

he gives him a small wave in greeting.

[rebelheartalien]

Michael waves back, heading over.

[thelastearthman]

"How are things going back home?"

[rebelheartalien]

"A bit better. Moiraine fixed Max's headaches..."