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[micycle]

[For a second after the feed fizzles into life, Mike just sits there, blinking at his device in urgent confusion. Normally it would be astonishment, but the kid's been through hell and (part of the way) back, and it shows on his face; this is going to be the coolest once he gets a good night's sleep under his belt, but right now - ]

Um. [He pushes a pair of dust-coated goggles up into his hair, and coughs. The scarf below his chin seems coated with a similar substance.] Is there an Indiana here?

[A brief pause. He knows how dumb that question sounds.]

I really need to call someone.

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[micycle]

My friend was trying to. She's pretty strong.

[He seems to struggle with that thought for a moment, before furrowing his brows and moving past it.]

Have you checked where the breach was here? To make sure it didn't come all the way through the rest of the worlds?

[accelerate]

[ confidently: ] Yeah. Checked many times. Twice a day, unless I get pizza then I go for another round-the-world trip for a third time.

[ super speed has its many advantages. not saying suss shit is not one of them. ]

I've been here for almost a year. Trust me, it's moderately safe. The shadow monsters you're worried about? [ he shakes his head. ] They're not here.