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[jumpthegun]

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[jumpthegun]

I'd love to take you to the beach in my time. Watch your eyes just about pop out. Once your vision comes back, I did pick up a bikini top in one of the houses. I can show it to you. Just imagine bright turquoise with little white polka dots.

Probably can use it for bandages. And this kid, Davesprite. Poor lad. He's wearing a bra on his head to keep his ears covered.

[devoutish]

Your cruelty. Unbelievable.

[But he's definitely chuckling.]

You'd want to take me to visit the twenty-first century, if we ever find our way out?

[jumpthegun]

[There's a small pause. They've talked about, how John would prefer not to go home back to the life that's waiting for him there. But maybe visiting to show Alfie what London's like a hundred years on... and just show Fiona what it's like at all? That would be all right.]

Could be fun. Do the tourist thing. We could visit Camden Town, show you the rest of the place. You're gonna hate the London Eye. Bloody London Eyesore of a ferris wheel.

[devoutish]

A ferris wheel. Did they put up an amusement park?

[jumpthegun]

Nah, it's just the ferris wheel sat right on the Thames. I s'pose it can be pretty when they light it up at night. It was the tallest thing in London for a bit 'til they put up the Shard. Oh, and there's the Gherkin, too. Even the architect came back and said that was a mistake. It looks like a great big glass cock right in the middle of the financial district.

Reckon that might be on point enough for the blokes that financed that, but it is a sight. And not one for sore eyes.

[devoutish]

No, no, this isn't gonna work on me.

[Clearly Watson is just making things up now.]

[jumpthegun]

Oh, please, like I could come up with this nonsense! Every word of that is true.

[devoutish]

I don't believe it.

[jumpthegun]

You're prepared to believe my best mate and I dressed as ninjas and fought another bloke on the streets, but this is the step too far? Ask Beckett to confirm. He's back and he's a Londoner.

[devoutish]

And you're telling him to play along right now, I expect. I played this trick on Fiona with you, mate. It's not gonna work on me.

[jumpthegun]

If I didn't know better, Alfie, I'd say you were paranoid.

[devoutish]

Show me a photograph, if we get out.

[jumpthegun]

Yeah, all right, mate.

[He'd snort, except he knows how much that would hurt.]

If we manage to stay in touch after we're out, I'll send you a few postcards. Let you decide if it's worth it.

[devoutish]

Truthfully, Watson - if we do escape, I'll never leave my world again, if I can help it.

[jumpthegun]

Didn't think you really would. But it's a nice thought. [He might be able to stand being back in London if he could have a few of the people from here there.]

Did you dream of your bakery?

[devoutish]

No. I wonder if it would have been harder or easier if I had.

[jumpthegun]

No real use mulling it over. [He pauses to cough again.] Better things to think about. Like what you'll be doing after you get resupplied and your vision's back. Are you going to try doing your supply runs?

[devoutish]

I'll have to sort things out with these new developments, first.

[jumpthegun]

Mm... Really hoping the static won't last. It's... not good.

[He means it more than just physically.]

[devoutish]

Worse outside?

[jumpthegun]

A lot worse. It doesn't look like there's anything outside at night sometimes when you look out the windows. It's inside, too. Not as bad, but it's here. Worst is at night.

[Which lends credence, he hopes, to the notion that Bucky mistook him as an anomaly.]

[devoutish]

We'll stay inside as much as we can, then. Supply runs on hold for now.

[jumpthegun]

Okay. I think Ecks was heading over to Kesara's tunnel, at least. So they'll probably be able to get something. I asked her to bring food for everyone, and she said she would.

[devoutish]

You trust her with that sort of thing?

[jumpthegun]

House is in the pass. She'll help him, if no one else.