how to stop an exploding man.

[lucked]

The papers read November 7th, 2006. The much anticipated New York congressional elections were underway as people all around the city were filing in lines, some staring with a bit of curiosity or trepidation at the new booths provided by one Daniel Linderman, a big name throughout the whole of New York, but one who came with his share of shadiness

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[noonelaughed]

Well, this is just fuckin' weird.

One second, Chris was sure he'd been asleep, back in his hut, half tangled in a blanket, and the next he's waking up in an alley somewhere. Chris has had nights where he's gotten so fucked that he doesn't remember heading home, but he's always made it there. And besides, this isn't the island anymore. It's not even Bristol. Chris doesn't think there's a level of fucked that even exists for something like this.

He's only in a tee shirt and his pants when he walks out into a crowd of people. This is beyond fuckin' weird.

[lucked]

Her heart almost stills when she sees him out there. Chris. Or, possibly, just some person who looks like Chris, give that the island does have a habit of making clones of people in the most unsettling of ways. Maybe it brought her Chris Miles on the island just for this, to drop her back in New York and somehow have her lose all concentration when someone with that same face, that same confused and at once wondrous look in his expression. And if that's true, then the last thing that Claire should be doing is running after him the way she does now. She should just be letting him stay among the civilians, not making it clear that she's connected to him at all, because that puts him at risk. But, Claire reminds herself, that she's coming to New York today with memories of the next twenty-four hours intact, that's a game changer