Chase had been heading to his office when he suddenly found himself in Milliways. He blinks a couple of times, looks back at the door and shakes his head. Too weird, he thinks.

Still, why look a gift horse in the mouth? He goes to sit at the bar, ordering a ginger ale.

May as well enjoy the break while it's been given to him.

Being an area Senior is really, really a recipe for headaches. Nita wonders sometimes how Tom and Carl made it look so easy ( Read more... )

Angela is skipping through her front door coming off the bus from summer day camp when she finds herself...not in her living room ( Read more... )

[ OOM: Sara had a bad day.]

"Do your other patients a favor and have the cafeteria closed for presence of hazardous materials," Sara says over her shoulder. Laughter follows her into the bar.

She sighs, finding a nearby booth and taking a seat, moving awkwardly around the cast on her left arm.

 Jack comes down to the bar from his room and immediately notices something different.

He can see the door.

He thought he'd be glad to see it, but at the sight of the door, all he feels is a knot start to form in his stomach.  Slowly, he walks over to the door, reaches out with a shaking hand--and stops.  For a minute, he stands there, telling ( Read more... )

Jack's sitting outside, the noise and the bustle of the bar uncomfortable after too long in silence and seclusion ( Read more... )

She'd come in a few hours earlier, a newspaper clipping in her hand, and was grateful to find a bar right when she needed to be numb.

Anyone looking over would see a petite blonde-haired woman, her gaze focused on the Bar, and empty shot glasses in front of her. She looks like the morning after picture of a party girl that overdid it the night ( Read more... )

Something, John Fitzgerald Byers suspects as he finds himself stepping into this bar, is very wrong.

He remembers what happened. All of it -- the look of sorrow on the faces of Jimmy and Yves, the look of panic on the faces of his comrades, the slow release of toxin into the air -- and he remembers falling, very slowly, onto the chilly floor.

He ( Read more... )

A man walks in, slowly, looking lost.  The difference with this patron, as opposed to any other new arrival, is that he looked that way before he opened the door, before he even saw the bar.

This isn't the place Jack had been expecting to see.  Not that it really matters, as he doesn't really have anywhere to go.  He'd just been thinking about ( Read more... )