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[ 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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[routemistress]

[She switches the feed to private, and then back to public again, by way of a precaution against saying anything embarrassing.]

I wished for Victor back. That's why tigers. Didn't realise till after.

we'll be in the CES after lunch if you want to embarrass your two with a superior display of frisbee athletics.

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[halftheman]

Figured.

I'll see. Depends on what's going on.

[text]

[routemistress]

see you if I see you, then <3 <3

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[halftheman]

Right. Later.