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Portalocity Office | 13 Griffin Way | Thursday

Sam was reviewing the morning's official report of which destinations and time periods were having difficulties with their portals and which were comparatively more stable, and what she seemed to be taking away from this was that 2013 was a really risky time to travel to. Goodness. That was a success rate of less than 45 percent from starting points in the past, 39 percent from starting points in the future, and only 17 percent from starting points without a measurement of time, or one that didn't align with the time here.

Meanwhile, 2014 seemed to be doing just fine, so Sam was hoping the next six weeks passed without any major incidents, personally.

DISCOUNTED DESTINATIONS
2214
1701
2014

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Mike walked in and looked around, just taking it all in. "Yup, you're still here."

Sam blinked. "Can I help you with something?" she asked politely.

Mike shrugged. "Nah. I'm just making sure this place isn't a figment of my imagination. I'm still coming to terms with this island."

"Aha." Sam drummed her fingers on the table. "What are you having difficulty with?"

Mike sighed and gave her A Look which said, without him having to open his mouth, "Are you shitting me?"

"Look, Lady, I haven't believed in Santa Claus since I was seven. My world has rapists and drug addicts, not aliens and zombies. Candy does not fall from the sky. This sort of place" -- he gestured around at the room -- "only exists in movies and television shows that I do not particularly care to watch. I'm not having a problem understanding anything--" He paused and looked directly at her, so that she would be absolutely clear on what he was saying. "I'm just having a problem accepting that it's all real. It is actually more likely that I've been having a remarkably vivid and consistent hallucination for the past month."

He sighed and gave her an apologetic shrug. "Sorry to dump all this at your feet. I'm having panda problems."

"I only caught some of that," Sam said, after a full ten seconds of blinking at him in the aftermath of that rant, "but I've yet to spot any candy falling from the sky."

Okay, maybe a bad joke.

"If it's been a month and you're still having a hard time, perhaps there's a counselor on the island you could speak with?" she suggested sincerely. "I was fortunate enough to know what sort of place I was moving to when I came here, but I understand why the adjustment process is proving a bit more difficult in your case. It might be helpful to talk it through with someone a bit more, ah, qualified."

THREE MORE DAAAAYS. FOUR IF YOU'RE ME.

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