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Hey, it's Jimmy, and I can't come to the whatsit right now. Drop me a line and I'll catch you on the flip side.

_{[... THERE IS A LONG PAUSE.]}

... Oh.

Oh shit.

I'm sorry, dude.

I was trying to call my roomie.

Not like I was doing anything important when you called, don't worry about it.

Your roommate sounds like a little bit of a slob.

_{[She's frantically scrolling through her list of contacts to try and figure out how this happened-- the 'Gear's history offers no clues, but she at least recognizes Jimmy's number now that she's actually looking at it.]}

A little bit is puttin' it lightly.

Sometimes I wanna just take a broom and sweep all his shit out onto the patio. But then he'd sleep out there. And it like... rains sometimes.

I couldn't do that to him.

Ha, that sounds like my ma! Cleaned like crazy for other people, but up after herself? She once ended up with so much shit in her bed, she just slept on the table.

Jeez, for real?

Yeah, Henry will spend like three hours arranging cut-out magazine photos according to color but he'll leave his janky shoes on the kitchen table right next to his food.

I think the only thing stopping the whole place from turning filthy is that we're crashing here and it doesn't belong to us.

Yeah she...she drank a lot. And worked a lot. I cleaned up for her when I could.

Geeze! One of those obsessive creative types, huh?

Yeesh. I'm... sorry to hear that.

But yeah. Basically.

He's a photographer.

I'm not sure if all of 'em are like that or if he's just a weirdo.

_{[SILENT HILL PROBABLY HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH HENRY'S... SPECIALNESS, but she has a feeling a lot of it was there to begin with.]}

Don't be. She never was, nobody else ought to be. My ma was a great lady, booze and mess and all.

Aw shit, all those artsy types are a little bit nuts. I think it's a requirement or something.

I guess so.

I was never OVERLY artsy myself, but my dad was a writer and he definitely had his quirks.

So, uh... anyway, I'm Heather. I think we've talked before?

Hey, nothing wrong with being a little nuts.

Yeah, you're Future Girl! With no flying cars.

Ohhh yeah, that's right!

I like Future Girl. Maybe that should be my superhero name.

It'd be cooler if I WAS from a future with flyin' cars, though.

That'd be a good superhero name. What kind of powers would you have?

There's gotta be a future with flying cars.

Hm... maybe my superpower is just that I come from the future so I have all kinds of fancy technology and shit that gives me an edge.

I mean, let's be real, in a fight with a buncha dudes from the 1800's, I'd totally waste 'em just on account of owning a flamethrower.

You could probably do it with a lighter and a can of hairspray!

...hey, can I ask you something about the future?

Sure could!

Bet they'd never expect a stun-gun, either.

But yeah, hey, shoot. I'm waiting in a longass line at Swiftbucks, s'not like I have anything better to do.

And if you had a portable radio, you could really blow their minds! They'd probably think you were a witch.

So...do people get nicer? Cause I dunno what they say about it in your time, but my time...people ain't too nice to each other. In America. If you know what I mean.

_{[At that, she can't help but let out a surprisingly dark chuckle. Oh yeah. Portable radios and witchcraft just go together, don't they?]

[But his question gives her pause.]}

... I wish I could say they did.

But... no.

Not really.

At all.

Shit, really? You'd think at some point, people'd stop and go 'hey, maybe we shouldn't treat everybody who's kinda different like shit'.

I got no reason to lie.

But between you and me I think being assholes is written into human DNA somewhere.

There's a reason I got no problem being here instead of home.

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