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[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

[filtered from John - poorly]

Kyle Reese left the city Saturday night.

Comments

text;

[mobius-bound.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry.

text;

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

Thanks. You doing okay?

text;

[mobius-bound.livejournal.com]

I am still healing. Most of my depth perception has returned.

text;

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

Good. Need anything? Stopping by the store on my way home.

text;

[mobius-bound.livejournal.com]

We're out of soda. [ AKA John drank it all. ]

text;

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

I'll pick some up, anything else?

text;

[mobius-bound.livejournal.com]

No, nothing else.

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[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

Alright.

[hacky hacky hacky]

[rompot-iisous.livejournal.com]

[ Really, mom, really? ]

Uh. Okay?

[gdi, John] [voice]

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

[long pause]

Told you people come from different times, right? Well... that included your father.

[sooorry mom >_>][voice]

[rompot-iisous.livejournal.com]

And he's gone now.

[voice]

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

Yes. Saturday night, he was just... gone.

[voice]

[rompot-iisous.livejournal.com]

...sorry.

[voice]

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

Not your fault. Just wish... wish you could have seen him. Or remembered knowing him.

[voice]

[rompot-iisous.livejournal.com]

Yeah. That'd be nice.

[voice]

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

John?

[voice]

[rompot-iisous.livejournal.com]

Are you okay?

[voice]

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

I'll be fine.

Later... if you want, there are some conversations, some recordings, you can listen to them if you like.

[voice]

[rompot-iisous.livejournal.com]

You sure?

...all right. I'd like that. Thanks.

[voice]

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

'Course I am.

Just let me know when.

Voice, private

[out_of_time]

Someone you knew?

Voice, private

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

Yes. We were... close.

Voice, private

[out_of_time]

I'm sorry.

Voice, private

[dreams-of-bombs.livejournal.com]

Not your fault, Jack. Just my luck.