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Jack - Play, then Work
"You need a real bed. And a real bedroom. ...And sheets that don't date back to World War One," he complained, rubbing his face as he sat up and turned on the light.
"That's disconcerting," Jack said. "Maybe, if nothing else, you should go back to bed and just kind of...adjust."
"Sounds like the kind of temporal disconnect that drives a lot of people insane," Jack muttered to himself.
Jack turned a corner, then another,and they were headed back to the hub.
"I don't mean it like that. I was thinking of people who fell through the rift in Cardiff," he explained.
Jack finished off his food, crumpled the paper, and shoved it in the bag.
"I think you're right. About the scans. They won't show anything," he finally said.
"Nice to see your still a pervert," he said. "I can't even look at lollies anymore."
Jack looked over, his smile bright and warm.
"It's exactly why I love you," he said.
"You gonna hold me to that?" he asked. "Okay, so we'll have to get a ship first. That might take some time..."
"That's true," he said. "And who knows, maybe we've already gone through all of this before once or twice already..."
Wouldn't that be horrifying.
"You're a downer. I'm a delight," Jack shot back.
"My favorite jackass," Jack smiled.
It wasn't long before they were back, stomachs full and nothing accomplished.
"I think we should start with a temporal scan. But I don't have anything that can say if you've jumped dimensions. I mean, I think we can assume you did in some way," he said.
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