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[Wash appears on the screen, grudgingly out of armour, his face drawn and pinched around the mouth. He looks exhausted, eyes sunken and dark with exhaustion. Arriving here is just one more thing that seems specifically designed to fuck up his life.]

My name is Ag- [No, he's not Agent Washington anymore is he? He's not with the UNSC. He's not with project Freelancer. He's not anything.] My name is Washington.

They said that- [He can't believe he's saying this. His life is a fucking joke and his death will probably be the punchline. Until then, he is stuck dealing with this shit. Assuming he hasn't snapped altogether. That's also a possibility.]

They said that I have been sucked in through some kind of bullshit dimension hopping. [Yes, his teeth are gritted as he says it.] I'm looking for anyone who knows what the UNSC is.

[It's not that he wants to find anyone from home. There's no-one he cares for left alive and even then... well, he tries not to think about them too much. But he just needs someone to remind him that that wasn't all fictional.]

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[ Seeing Wash on the network is enough of a relief that Carolina doesn't even think about what version of her friend she might be looking at. So of course she sends out a reply as quickly as she can. ]

Wash, it's good to see you're alright. Where are you?

[Wash just stares at her for a long moment, shock on his face, before he carefully, deliberately, switches off the camera and audio.

Well, that answers that question. This is not real. hunting down Epsilon has finally got to him and he just... he can't. He isn't doing this again. He's not talking to ghosts.]

[ Well that was unexpected. But now she's remembering how she reacted to seeing York and what she's been told about the Ingress's bad habit of pulling people in from various points in time. Time for take two. ]

Washington, please answer me. I promise you aren't hallucinating. Just... tell me the last time you saw me.

i'm guessing that's not the united nations security council

looks like that dimension hopping hit you harder than most
your first time?

[ It's a surprise to see a post from Wash on the network. He's been here before, according to Tex, but like with Carolina it seems he doesn't remember that now. And he looks... a wreck, really. It makes York wonder what's happened to him, and when he's from. Is he going to think he's seeing a ghost if York replies?

He can't not message his friend, though. ]

Hey, Wash. Long time no see... we should talk about that bullshit dimension hopping.

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You are dead. I'm not doing this.

I don't even know why I'm goddam replying.

[Why this? Why now? He'd been getting better! Not great. He doesn't think he'll ever be great again. But better. Maybe Alpha knocked something loose in his head.]

You're dead. I already told her I'm not going this again.

United Nations Space Command.

What? I mean, I've been in slipspace before. I don't feel too bad.

[Sorry Rey, he just looks dreadful generally.]

Washington. [ Is it fair using her boss voice on him? Maybe not but she's doing it anyway. ]

I'm alive and right now you're being foolish. Tell me where you are and I'll prove I'm real.

[He still has a pavlovian reaction to the boss voice, and switches the screen back on, but he won't look at her.]

You think I haven't had this conversation before?

[ God, why isn't this easier? If he was from the same point in time as her they wouldn't be having this issue. ]

I survived the crash, Wash. Where I'm from... I found you a while ago. We've been working together.

You were thrown off a cliff. Mai- The Meta killed you. That's how this ends.

I've jumped off collapsing buildings and been fine. I had my grappling hook, I managed to save myself. I went underground after that because I didn't know who I could trust.

[For a moment, he feels a deep sense of relief. Maybe she could have survived. Maybe that was real.

And then reality comes crashing back down.]

Well, it's good to know I was included in that group.

[ Oh for god's sake. Her calm cracks a bit and she's starting to look annoyed. ]

I didn't contact anyone for years, Wash. You were the first one. If you want proof that I'm not a hallucination you can find me on the Ingress Complex on the residential floors.

slipspace? like hyperspace?
the nausea wears off eventually
just maybe don't eat right away

I suppose. A different type of space. Means you can travel faster than light.

I don't feel nauseous.

sounds about right
that's strange. most people do
you look it

Done it too much to get sick anymore.

...I'm just tired.

probably a good thing
interstellar travel is pretty common here
found anyone you know that you can stay with?
if not you can probably find a place to rent

[ Her? He could mean either Tex or Carolina, really, but it doesn't matter. At least Wash answered him, even if he thinks he's going crazy. And there's the guilt -- that he wasn't there for his friend after Epsilon drove him mad, that he brought down the Project without going back for Wash. He has so much to apologize for that he needs to do in person.

It isn't easy to confront his death again, like he has to do every time someone shows. York sets his jaw and breathes out, then nods. ]

Tex told me, yeah... but I'm not dead here. We all come from different times and I'm not dead yet. So get your ass down to the Ingress Complex and let me prove it.

Right, because that makes more sense than this being a hallucination. I'm probably dying on fucking Sidewinder and my brain is fucked up enough to make me imagine this.

I'm still pretty sure that this whole thing is a hallucination while I die in the snow back home.

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