Sam Tyler is Wet, Cold, and Really Confused

[disammytyler]

[Here's a Sam Tyler, just as confused as he was in 1973; he's dripping wet and he probably smells like he took a long dip in the Manchester canal.

He steps inside Luigi's and looks around, with a confused and possibly lost look on his face.]

Hello?

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[superskelton]

[Chris, who's been cheerfully drunk up until this point, suddenly feels stone cold sober. He sets his fresh pint heavily on the bar, managing to slosh approximately half its contents onto the floor and counter.

He looks like he's just seen a ghost.]

What the--

[disammytyler]

Chris? Chris, is that you?

[smiles, then notices his look]

Oi, you're white as a sheet!

[superskelton]

[He takes him a while to get his voice working again, and when he does his voice is tentative.]

Is that really you, Boss?

[disammytyler]

[Pauses, with a confused look on his face]

Of course it is, Chris! Is...is there something wrong?

[Pauses.]

Is it because I'm wet? Do I smell? [sniffs at his jacket]

[poshmouthytart]

[Alex had been nursing her wine, bored, and Sam's appearance definitely catches her off guard. She stares at him a long minute, as if she's expecting him to just... disappear or something.]

... Sam?

[disammytyler]

[Sam turns to her, surprised that she knows his name.]

Yes, my name is Sam. Do I know you?

[poshmouthytart]

[Her shock is slowly turning into excitement...]

Yes! Well, sort of. I'm Alex Drake. Detective Inspector Alex Drake, I was that one that you told... You sent me that tape, the one about what happened when you were in your coma. Do you remember?

[disammytyler]

[Confused for a moment, as he barely remembers ever sending a tape to an Alex Drake...]

Yes. I do...does that mean you're from...

[Realizes what that means, looks shocked]

[havinhoops]

[Gene has roughly the same reaction as Chris, which is to look like he's just seen a ghost. Which he then chases away with a healthy dose of scotch. ...And then he gets another.]

Tyler. [his voice is a little rough, but that could be from the scotch] Quit drippin' on th' floor. If someone comes in an' breaks their neck, I'll 'ave t' find somewhere else t' drink, an' this is th' closest boozer t' th' station.

[disammytyler]

[Sam is surprised and relieved to see Gene here. Notices that the guv hasn't changed much. Smiles.]

Guv? Guv, is that you? What happened? My car went into the river and then I was here...

[havinhoops]

Aye. [he nods at Luigi to bring over a drink for Sam, too] Three years ago, in Manchester. 'ave any sudden cravin' for brains?

[disammytyler]

[Sam takes the drink gratefully and downs it in one gulp. Looks a bit bemused at the comment. Imagines himself as a zombie and sighs.]

Even if I did have a craving for brains, guv, I wouldn't want to eat yours.

[pauses]

So I've been gone for three years...

[Looks down at his shoes. It's not his fault he's been gone for three years in the guv's eyes but he feels like he let Gene and the team down.]