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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. ]

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[diealone]

[He's not on shift, and it's still really easy to convince himself that he doesn't really give a damn about most of the people here, but. Maybe it's not that hard to feel something like sympathy for someone who sounds this bad on first getting here, because he definitely remembers being confused and mad as hell about being here against his will.

He's still mad as hell, honestly.]

Did you find Dr. Banner?

[mirrortouch]

The first person I stumbled across, actually.

[ 'Mad as hell' is a fair assessment. More over anything Will just feels angry that this was allowed to happen, no matter where he stands on the whole - well, being dead thing. He knows it's still evident in the tightness of his voice, but it's a different horse entirely from the disorientation he felt upon showing up here. ]

There's nothing physically wrong, I'm - I'm fine. [ in that sense, at least. ]

[diealone]

[As someone who was totally there a few months ago, Jack does sympathize. Really, and he probably will more if and when he ever finds out more about Will's life story, because jeez.]

Well, if you're ever not, I'm Jack Shephard and I'm one of the other doctors working here.

[mirrortouch]

[ there can be bonding over some mutual hallucinatory animals, tbqh ]

[ Oh, Jack - it's an easy name to follow him around, really, even here. ] Dr. Banner hadn't mentioned. That's three medical doctors I count on this barge so far, [ Hannibal's company not at mention, ] so just how many people does this boat get pegged as having?

[diealone]

[He tries very hard not to care that Banner hadn't mentioned him.

Tries being the keyword, obviously.]

About a hundred, give or take. People come and go pretty often. I've been keeping a passenger list since I got here.

[mirrortouch]

Lucky you haven't gone, then.

[ Nearly triple digits, and he's not sure if he was expecting higher or lower. It's hard to get a gauge on just how large this boat is, though he can certainly wager his guesses. An approximation is much better than his conjecture, although he's only really getting one because, presumably, that means the big man upstairs isn't. ]

You know, for somewhere so completely versed in its minutiae, there's a strange double standard on actual attention to detail.

[diealone]

Get used to it. Apparently trying to change that's about as worthwhile as draining the ocean with a kiddie pail.

[mirrortouch]

The dictatorship rather than the democracy.

No wonder the hyperbolic sense of camaraderie.

[diealone]

Hey, at least we can all agree on something: we don't really want to be here.

[mirrortouch]

Some people do. Some people dealt with the devil in order to be here.

[ But not Will and Jack, he's assuming. ]

I'm assuming they got the fiddle of gold they weren't particularly expecting.