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[gabriel_grey]

Gabriel did not come home last night. Nor will he for the next few nights. 'Home' is not here. Or there. Or anywhere in the Nexus, for the moment. He hasn't been home in two years.

But he is in the Sanctuary, in a side-room, trying to sleep. Trying to stay awake. Trying to simultaneously figure out why the Other voice in his head is so

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[_meadow_lark]

Savannah peeks in the room and sees someone lying there. She quickly starts to shut the door again. "Sorry, sorry thought this was another closet - ...Dad?"

[gabriel_grey]

It most certainly is. He's wearing very familiar white scrubs, and there are new scars and bruising on his forearms from some recent injections.

With the last, he wakes up, startled, with a yelp. He's instantly tense, and he skitters back across the bed and goes over onto the floor. Oops.

[_meadow_lark]

"Oh...oh God are you hurt? I didn't mean to scare you!" She turns on the light, if the light wasn't already on, and rushes over. The scrubs and the recent puncture marks on his arms...this couldn't be an alternate, one that just moments before escaped the Shop, could it? She's utterly confused.

[gabriel_grey]

The world is turning sideways. He's on the floor in the ... is it still the Nexus? And--

"Savannah?" Christ Fucking Jesus on a jumped up sidecar, it's--

Nothing else can be said, really. Instead, he hugs her tight, clinging to her as if she'll disappear any moment. And at this point, in this place, anything is possible.