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Pre-Milliways
*A nervous-looking young man with short blond hair stumbles in. His clothes look as though they've been slept in, shortly after being worn in hand-to-hand combat. There is a very good reason for this.
He blinks at the scene before him.*
Uhhh..
*He backs away, out the front door, which closes behind him. A second later the door swings back open and he reappears.*
...okay. I'm, uh, I'm dreaming. Yeah. Dreaming. About a ... weird kind of bar. Okay. A weird kind of bar ... with strange people and stuff.
And I can't leave.
Uh.
Help?
*A nervous-looking young man with short blond hair stumbles in. His clothes look as though they've been slept in, shortly after being worn in hand-to-hand combat. There is a very good reason for this.
He blinks at the scene before him.*
Uhhh..
*He backs away, out the front door, which closes behind him. A second later the door swings back open and he reappears.*
...okay. I'm, uh, I'm dreaming. Yeah. Dreaming. About a ... weird kind of bar. Okay. A weird kind of bar ... with strange people and stuff.
And I can't leave.
Uh.
Help?