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Linkdrop of non-narrative backdateyness
Nov. 27th, 2005 11:43 amWherein Logan someone posts a flyer about the Fear Toxin.
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Xander, returning from a night at the pub that lasted longer than he'd ever expected --- like two or three years longer -- waited until Marty had said goodbye and was well out of sight, before walking over to the door of Room 407 and staring at it, long and hard.
He didn't raise his hand to knock, just looked. It was late; she was probably asleep.
Asleep, and alive, and there.
Which didn't remotely explain why instead of going into his own room, Xander walked down the hall to the payphone in the stairwell, and dialed.
He listened, and hung up before the beep. Each time.
Five quarters worth, before he was finally able to head back to 406 and sleep.
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Xander, returning from a night at the pub that lasted longer than he'd ever expected --- like two or three years longer -- waited until Marty had said goodbye and was well out of sight, before walking over to the door of Room 407 and staring at it, long and hard.
He didn't raise his hand to knock, just looked. It was late; she was probably asleep.
Asleep, and alive, and there.
Which didn't remotely explain why instead of going into his own room, Xander walked down the hall to the payphone in the stairwell, and dialed.
He listened, and hung up before the beep. Each time.
Five quarters worth, before he was finally able to head back to 406 and sleep.
