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Caroline took a deep breath, griped the railing harder and tried to clear her mind of him. She focused on her surroundings. She could hear the echos of the falls in the distance, bouncing off the trees all around her. Peering down at the dark, glistening water. She tried to guess how far of a drop it was. If she jumped at that moment, how long would it take her to splash into nothingness. And if when she came back up to the surface, would the stream carry her away? Maybe she would let it. Just let herself float along the water, in her gorgeous dress, and maybe end up somewhere else. Somewhere with no drama. She was so deep in thought she wasn’t even aware of the fact that she was being watched.

Bart had met other versions of himself before, but none of them were exactly the same. For instance, sometimes they were older, some younger, some taller, and one time he’d even met one who’d turned out to be an undercover agent for the Reach and the Light! But as much of a let-down as that particular Bart had been, most of the ones he met were awesome! Like this one for instance: not even half an hour had passed since they’d met and they were already fifteen rounds into Immortal Combat Battle Deluxe 4 at the cave. “Oh, come on! Dude, that was a cheap shot!” Bart said, purposely bumping his shoulder into the other to throw him off. Fair was fair, after all. “Quit blocking and fight me like a real man-tiger hybrid!” He joked, eyes locked on the screen where their characters (a half-tiger mutant vs. some kind of wolf-looking guy that had been Bart’s second choice because the other Bart had gotten to the tiger guy first)  tried to beat and claw each other to a pulp.

He then slowly turned around and left Leila standing there. Taylor returned and brought her home. Christian just walked to the couch where he sat down, ruffling his fingers through his hair, before rubbing his face. He truly hoped Taylor could find someone. He didn’t like this at all.

>Incoming transmission >Sourse - Reconnaissance Drone Alpha >Awaiting for response ________________________________ A lone man in grey, who was sleeping quite peacefully just few seconds ago, woke up rather clumsily from a loud signal message. As he looked around, he remembered that he had to sleep inside his landed gunship, but before he passed out - he sent his flying robotic helpers to scout around the area he landed. He, as it happens quite often, couldn't get a proper bed yesterday, but at least he knew that he can now research some newly discovered kinds of winged humanoid xenos, which was a good news indeed. The feathery locals were kind enough to not disturb him in his sleep, but his own robots knew no manners. "I'm listening... What do you guys found?" - the man asked lazily. Few seconds later, an emotionless robotic voice 'spoke' in his head: "Major infestation with xenos detected all over the planet. The oceans are not safe either. There are few points of major human activity on the surface, but their technological level is primitive. Initial scanning suggest that the local human population will be destroyed by xenos in near future. We suggest immediate departure from this world." The man in grey yawned. "Nah, I'll stick around. I haven't seen any decent weapons in their hands... wings... whatever, so I don't think they can become a problem. If anything - one of you can take them out from above. Or, I'll do it myself. Uhh... Proceed to the continents at the North, and gather more information about local xenos. I want to know everything about this planet before I leave it. Do you copy?" Rezzak sat quietly for few long seconds before the same robotic voice in his head answered promptly "Orders confirmed", thus leaving the man in grey alone. "Well, I guess I can get me some breakfast from the locals." - he said as he stood up, left the cockpit of his gunship, and headed to the hapry village - "I wonder where is Muriel?..."

          Where exactly Nolan had been for the past while was well, confusing. He didn't remember leaving, or coming back, he just knew he'd been gone. That could only mean the "big man" upstairs had some sort of piece involved. Sighing, his head was pounding, and for the moment he was -- in the damn park. As always.

She more or less knows this appartment, so she walks around with no discomfort. She already figured that the host is sleeping. What she will do now?