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[mirrortouch]

[ It's not something that really ever becomes routine, it doesn't matter how often he wakes up someplace strange and uncharted. The voice on the line sounds about as scattered as he feels. ]

My name is Will Graham, it's- [ He's pulling back his sleeve to look for a watch that's not there. ] I don't have the time. I don't- I don't have the time.

[ Hang on, don't get too lost. ]

It's not clear to me exactly where I am, but- [ a dry laugh ] you probably already knew that. This isn't even my phone. But you probably knew that too.

[ He's missing details. He's missing plenty. His voice trails off for a short while before he can get his bearings enough to speak again, and even then it's almost unconsciously. ] I don't know. I don't know.

[ It's as if the fact that he has no idea sparks him back into the present. His voice grows more composed, if somewhat cracked. ] So if you're hearing this, if anyone is hearing this - [ is anyone hearing this? ] - any singular indication will be key.

[ Another beat. ]

I feel as though I've strayed a long, long way from home.

[ The air goes dead, and then so does the line. ]

Comments

[imfollowinghim]

That's a rough thing to specialize in.

[Says the guy who specializes in blowing people's heads off, but. Yikes.]

[mirrortouch]

And the army isn't?

[ it's okay bucky he's gotchoo ]

There's a specific kind of - unsettling to the cases I find myself working on, especially [ and, oh, the stories he could tell ] but. Well, if it was either this or a boatyard -

[imfollowinghim]

Guess that's a little less glamorous.

[Which is said as half a joke and half not.]

Why a boatyard?

[mirrortouch]

Boats, as a general rule, haven't driven me wrong. [ A beat. ] Until now, I suppose.

[ But it's not enough to cause a certain disdain for them. ]

It would be quiet. I'd work with my hands and I would function. My father worked in a shipyard.

[ That's said with some mild disdain. He's not his father. ]

[imfollowinghim]

Well, my dad was in the army, so I can't really speak for how much better off you'd be following your old man.

[Again, it's not that he regrets it, but if he'd had some factory job or worked in an office or whatever the hell else and gotten lucky with the draft, maybe he wouldn't have gotten himself killed.]

[mirrortouch]

I'm not my old man.

[ He says it almost reproachfully, but there's definitely something clear-cut there, definitive. ]

But I'd much rather be saving lives than - [ Oh, he doesn't know. ]

Dwindling.

[imfollowinghim]

Sounds fair enough to me.