SAVE US FROM THAT EVIL MAN

[eddiedingly]

 Been wonderin' when we'd cycle back to--- [Eddie cuts off--- maybe they're home. Maybe they're home and he's still alive.]

[Seems like an awful lot to hope for; but he's got his kit, and all his faculties, as far as he can tell. Not even the slightest tinge of red to his sight.]

[Sounds like a good day to him.]

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[toweredingly]

[Softly, from where he's sitting against a rock a little way away]

Cycle's all it is, Eddie. Don't go thinking otherwise.

omg... I missed them.

[eddiedingly]

[He tries not to jump, but like so often, he fails. Roland's got ways. When he turns, there's a faint tinge of shame to his cheeks.]

Damn, hoss... guess I'm outta practice. [he rubs the back of his neck.] Reckon this is just another stop on the Shift Express?

inorite?

[toweredingly]

[He's not going to mention that little jump, although you're damn skippy he saw it]

Of course it is. [He won't mention his own doubts. Not now] No Susannah. No Jake. No Oy. And do you feel them, an-tet with us? Because I don't. What does that tell you?

/rolls all over the canon

[eddiedingly]

[That I died and all the little red threads snapped?]

That we're not in Kansas anymore?