[ Jon has always been alone, hasn't he? Hallucinated up an image of Martin to keep him company on the long walk back to his flat, maybe, but definitely alone. He must be losing it. He must be --
(Behind the door, Algric flinches as that top layer of fog burns away. That's - that's not pleasant, but it's fine, because a second later he's back in existence, opening the door wide.) ]
S - sorry Jon, I - I had to do that to get through. I'm here again.
[ And so he was, if slightly blurry around the edges. He never left. ]
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(Behind the door, Algric flinches as that top layer of fog burns away. That's - that's not pleasant, but it's fine, because a second later he's back in existence, opening the door wide.) ]
S - sorry Jon, I - I had to do that to get through. I'm here again.
[ And so he was, if slightly blurry around the edges. He never left. ]