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[domainless]

Martin is away from the phone right now. Pleas leave a message and he'll get back to you.

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[alwayskayaking]

[Tim was following along well until the Lonely is mentioned. He sometimes forgets how much more Martin and Jon have had to put up with since worms.] That's good. Someone had to put a stop to something like that.

Should I ask what the Lonely is like? Or is it better that I don't know?

[domainless]

It's... it's cold. An empty sort of terrifying. You know on a foggy day, when you're outside and sure that absolutely no-one will care or even notice if you just never show up for work the next day? Like that.

You just feel kind of numb.

[alwayskayaking]

That sound awful. [He would say it's an awful way to die, but he has a bad feeling most who get trapped there don't get to die.] Is there any way to get those people back that he sent there? [He use to work in research. Tim still knew the names and faces of everyone in that department. He may not have been able to call them all close friends, but he can't think of anyone he'd want to know was being tortured for all of eternity.]

[domainless]

...Get someone who loves you and has extremely strong ties to the Eye to come in after you?

I don't know. I doubt it. It would have to be done very quickly.

[alwayskayaking]

So, they're all just stuck there? Isn't there anything to be done for them?

[domainless]

They're dead, Tim! It was months ago. They probably washed up on a beach somewhere when the Lonely was done digesting them.

[alwayskayaking]

You're sure that they're dead? They're not stuck in some limbo forever?

Then I suppose that is for the best.

[domainless]

I mean, I didn't exactly go into the endless foggy domain of the Lonely to look for them?

But probably. They are probably dead.

[alwayskayaking]

Or they're just as probably suffering for only god knows how long in an endless cycle of torture?

[domainless]

If they weren't then, they would have ended up that way anyway.

[alwayskayaking]

They don't desire to stay there.

[domainless]

I did say that.

Just that with what happened at home... everyone's suffering.

[alwayskayaking]

But you think you're going to be able to stop it?

[domainless]

I don't know. We're going to try to undo it.

[alwayskayaking]

If they are still alive and you undo what has been done; do you think there is still a chance for our coworkers?

[domainless]

...Sasha's gone. I mean, also Jon smited the thing that killed her. But she- she's not-

I'm sorry.

[alwayskayaking]

Yeah... well, good.

But she's not gone here. She's just asleep. Come over whenever you're ready to see her.

[domainless]

I know. She's here and she's her and... it's good.

I will. Do you need me to bring anything round?

[alwayskayaking]

Several hundred cases of beer?

[domainless]

How about one case and a bottle of vodka?

[alwayskayaking]

I think I can make that work.

[domainless]

Cool. I'll bring snacks too.

[alwayskayaking]

See you soon.

[domainless]

Yeah, I'll be there.

[He shows up an hour or so later, with a case of beer and a bottle of some generic whiskey. It's probably not the time for nice alcohol.

He knocks at the door.]

[alwayskayaking]

[Tim looks like a mess when he opens the door for Martin. His hair clearly hasn't seen a comb, his shirt is half tucked and wrinkled, beard clearly hasn't been trimmed for the day, and that's nothing to say for the worried bags under his eyes or the way they probably appear slightly swollen and red. More than that he just looks defeated. Sasha sleeps on and there was nothing he could do.]

Hey, come on in. Make yourself at home. [He waves Martin in and towards their lounge where there is a comfortable looking sofa and a coffee table.] Unless... would you like to see her? She's just sleeping right now.