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[This was bullocks. This was absolute bullocks. He felt like he'd stepped into a rerun of the bloody Xfactor or whatever it was. Reincarnation, memories from another life, nonsense. Absolute rubbish. Yet he couldn't stop dreaming about it. Every night it had happened. The girl in the water, pulling her out, some agony tight in his chest-- and-- incredible loneliness. Incredible grief. More than once he'd woken up in tears and so was running on as little sleep as possible.

So when he appears on the feed, he's looking haggard and cross. He's never been much for technology. He's also wanted to avoid touching this... supernatural disaster-- but he's exhausted all other possibilities short of going to therapy and if it is connected to this-- organization, maybe someone can give him a clue]

My name is Crowley. I'm looking for a missing girl, about eleven to fourteen. Shoulder length dirty-blonde or brunette hair, wearing a locket. Heart shaped. If anyone's seen her, or knows anything about her, let me know.

Or if anyone can tell me about the Bureau. The truth about the Bureau. Not the interdimensional whatever it is. How prevalent are they? How prevalent are 'we'? Is anyone doing any sort of investigating at all?

[and while he knew it wasn't a good idea to question so openly on their own network, he needed information. And it would be interesting to see what they did with this threat, if anything.]

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Did you try filing a police report for the girl? And is there anything else about her? She sounds like half the school aged kids around my neighborhood...

[Going to need a lot more details. Could be anyone.]

Don't know much about the Bureau. Just that they're weird and bad at naming things.

[he hasn't. There's too much to explain. They'll want to know who she was, how he knew her, why he was asking. He could look at himself in the mirror and know he was suspicious and he wasn't about to tell them it was because it was some bloody dream]

They wouldn't understand. [and now he sounds like Anthony. But at least this is slightly less stupid than the snake in the garden of Eden because this is real]

[...And that answer was not helpful at all. But he had to assume that this... child? Was involved somehow with the "Different". He was absolutely disgusted they drew a child into this mind game, but tried not to show it]

How long have you known of them? And what do you mean by weird? Have they done anything? Said anything? Has anyone disappeared or come back different?

[They wouldn't understand... That is a huge clue right there.]

So it's someone from your memories. There's a chance they're not here then.

[Not too much of a child, but then again, Roxas considers 16 almost adult. He's biased.]

A few months now. I was part of what I call the first wave of Different. They haven't done much. Made an announcement that didn't really explain anything. And so far... all of us Different have been here what seems like our entire lives. I don't know if that's true, but I remember growing up in this world.

[of course they weren't bloody here then. Why would they be? But he's not going to go off on a child. Not his fault he believes stupid things. Most children do. Anything below twenty is a child and even then after it]

It's true. This is our basis of reality. We have to assume so because anything else, however much we may wish it, can't be possible. Whatever's going on, whatever fantasies are appearing either from our own minds or manufactured, that's all they are.

[Wow. He would be rather offended at being called a stupid child. Someone has a lot of pride in taking college classes while still in high school right now.]

Yeah, but we can take some comfort from them... we're not the only ones experiencing it. If it was just me, it'd be a lot scarier.

[being naive and unsure of the world and trusting is what children are, college classes or no. There was no college class that would give them experience of thirty years of disappointment and hard work]

I suppose we can.

[or more accurately he supposes the kid can. He takes no comfort only unease and growing horror about the whole thing that's doing nothing for his ulcer]

Go to those group meetings a lot then?

[Adults are so weird and way too stressed...]

I mostly go for the food. Sometimes I meet interesting people there.

[that's the way it should be. Kids should grow up only worrying about themselves until it was time to worry about other people]

Can't imagine the food is any good. [it never is in his opinion] And everyone that comes to these are 'Different'?

[A shrug is the first part of the answer.]

It's snack stuff. Donuts and such. Ice breaker food. [So many conversations start around a box of donuts or muffins.] Yep. And I get asked the same question every time I go: DO you mind sharing your memory? I haven't had anyone outside of other Different's ask that.

Lovely. [he dislikes ice breakers and donuts really. Especially the way everyone looks at you if you don't want to eat one]

Sounds like a pain... [he scratches the side of his neck absently] But maybe worth going to to see if there's any central theme to the memories?

[That sounds like a personal problem he's glad he doesn't have to deal with.]

Uh... maybe? I haven't met anyone with similar memories to mine.

[one of the many]

It seems strange that it's all so disparate. Even if they are memories, there should be some common throughline. I don't understand why it's so random.

Who knows. Maybe it's something as weird as everyone coming from different planets. Or timelines! Or it's all just a mass hallucination and everyone got memories according to their personalities and stuff.

[It could be any number of things. He's just thinking outlandishly. Like the writer he wants to be should.]

Until the Bureau tells us more, who knows?

The latter makes sense. [he's not even going to touch on the lunacy of the former]

Or until we find out on our own. We can't trust that anything they tell us won't be biased to hell and back.

Everyone's biased. How do you know I'm not just saying the things I am out of bias?

Of course everyone's biased, but an individual is not the same as the company that is trying-- no has-- restructured our lives for some purpose. Whatever they say it will be for their benefit and theirs alone.

All we can really do is wait and see what they do and reveal then. We can't make a move against a company if the numbers are against us.

No, you're right.

[a child shouldn't get involved anyway, but...he wondered what he could do. That was something to think about]

I suppose we'll just have to take in what we can.

[Like someone could stop this child from making himself be involved.]

The meetings could be a good place to share intel. Might be safer than the network.

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