Quorra had mostly given up looking for Flynns everywhere she went on the island. People had assured her that they might show up, even if they had been killed in the fight at the End of Line, so she still hoped, but after all these months she didn't really expect either of them around every corner anymore.
Until she turned the corner of the compound and there one was.
"Sam Flynn?" she asked, partly afraid it wasn't really him, only a clone giving her false hope.
As if this couldn't get any stranger. There was, of course, a certain kind of sense in Quorra being there - she'd been in the portal with him, after all, though Sam wasn't one hundred percent certain how that would manifest, a program leaving a world in the computer - but that was back at the arcade. He knew neither where he was nor how he'd gotten here, and somehow, for them both to be there made it seem all the more inexplicable.
Maybe he was hallucinating (because that, of course, would be the perfect end to all of this). It seemed unlikely, though. He hoped he wasn't, anyway. He was pretty sure going crazy just after deciding that he wanted to take back his father's company would not have been the best start, and the ENCOM board members were going to have trouble enough with this as it was.
"Hey, Quorra," he said slowly, visibly confused, brows furrowing with it. "That hard to recognize me already?"
"It's been a longer time than you might think, Sam Flynn."
She supposed she should be glad he was able to recognize her at all, in the un-lit clothing favored by the island natives which was, though boring in her opinion, definitely more comfortable in the heat.
She reached out a hand to make sure he wasn't some kind of a hologram or illusion, and was relieved to feel that his arm, at least, was solid when she poked it.
"Not the last time I checked," Sam said dryly, head tilting to the side as if to acknowledge the possibility that he may have been. It did seem incredibly unlikely, but standing in the middle of a pretty obviously tropical climate, he wasn't about to rule anything out. This wasn't any place he'd seen before, that much was certain, and here she was, standing there so casually, looking not like a program but rather someone who'd been human all along.
It was kind of nice.
Glancing down at where she'd poked his arm, one corner of his mouth quirking up slightly, he then looked at her curiously, as if studying her could provide any clarity to this. Things had been weird for a while now, non-stop since he'd made it to the Grid, but this was something else entirely. "Quorra, where are we?" he asked. "And why would I be dead?"
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Until she turned the corner of the compound and there one was.
"Sam Flynn?" she asked, partly afraid it wasn't really him, only a clone giving her false hope.
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Maybe he was hallucinating (because that, of course, would be the perfect end to all of this). It seemed unlikely, though. He hoped he wasn't, anyway. He was pretty sure going crazy just after deciding that he wanted to take back his father's company would not have been the best start, and the ENCOM board members were going to have trouble enough with this as it was.
"Hey, Quorra," he said slowly, visibly confused, brows furrowing with it. "That hard to recognize me already?"
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She supposed she should be glad he was able to recognize her at all, in the un-lit clothing favored by the island natives which was, though boring in her opinion, definitely more comfortable in the heat.
She reached out a hand to make sure he wasn't some kind of a hologram or illusion, and was relieved to feel that his arm, at least, was solid when she poked it.
"You're not dead?"
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It was kind of nice.
Glancing down at where she'd poked his arm, one corner of his mouth quirking up slightly, he then looked at her curiously, as if studying her could provide any clarity to this. Things had been weird for a while now, non-stop since he'd made it to the Grid, but this was something else entirely. "Quorra, where are we?" he asked. "And why would I be dead?"
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