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[Creedy is sitting on a hospital bed. staring at the phone in his hands. Give him a few minutes. Tutorial aside it's been a long long time since he's seen one of these and even when he had seen them he never really had much use for them.]

It has been a long time since I saw one of these. Cell phones. How do you keep the towers from burning down? How is any of this still standing?

Sorry. Questions. It's just this is not exactly what I was expecting the afterlife to look like. It sure isn't hell. I've seen close to that. Wouldn' call it quite Heaven either.

Who would 'ave thought purgatory would 'ave beaches?

Still more believable than any thing else I've heard here. I'm holdin' judgement til I get alcohol. Do they have alcohol in the 'real' world?

Look. I appreciate the lies, but the truth of the matter is I'm dead. I know I am. I can still-

[He stops and shakes his head before offering a smile to the camera.]

Who wants to show a ghost to a pub? You've got whole bloody buildings here. One of them has to 'ave alcohol in it.

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[Ow. No really. Ow. You have a fierce left hook, Quinn.

Creedy staggers a bit, a hand to his jaw and a curse on his lips. And then it breaks into a full laugh, and then he lunges for Quinn, intent to knock him to the ground.]

[ A fierce left hook but that doesn't do much when an entire Creedy barrels into you, so down on the floor they go.

What the hell is this guy laughing about? He needs to stop, it sounds way too much like Creedy and it's messing badly with Quinn's ability to focus. ]

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[Creedy gives his own punch and rolls away, crouching near the ground with one hand still resting on the floor.

He doesn't really want to hurt Quinn, but what is a few punches between mates? It would not be the first time.]

Is that the best you've got?

[ Nor the last, probably.

He takes a similar position as Creedy and stares intently at the other man, searching for flaws, for anything to definitively tell him that this is not Creedy.

Well, apart from the bit where he knows it can't be because the guy is dead but it's damn hard to believe when said dead guy just punched you in the face. ]

If you broke my nose I'll make you pay.

[ Which sounded way too much like their usual banter. Damn it, he's losing his fucking mind! ]

Pay with what? A barrel of black lable? A week of rations?

[He gets to his feet and shrugs, waiting for another attack.]

Or would you like another go at my face?

[ Quinn gets to his feet, and does seriously consider throwing another punch, if nothing else because that's something he understands.

Friends seemingly coming back to life? That's something you pray for secretly to yourself as you try to go back to sleep after waking up after yet another nightmare bathed in dragonfire. Not something that actually happens. ]

Look man, I can't... I can't lose you again. I won't. If this is some kind of mind game then congratulations, you've won but I can't... you understand, don't you?

[ Well, Creedy would understand. Creedy would know why he's afraid to accept this situation becaue if it's a lie... if this guy isn't Creedy... then he's got nothing left if he lets himself believe. If he lets his relief and joy show. If he does that and it was all just an act he won't even have his pride. ]

[Creedy sighs, half of it a laugh as he clapped his hands on Quinn's shoulders and butted his head against Quinn's until they were forehead to forehead.

He knows. He understands. And that is why he says nothing for a moment and just stares at him.]

Quinn, mate...

I'm already dead.

I'm not.

[ See the problem now, mate? He's not dead, so if you're here that means you're not either and that's impossible.

Quinn's arms hang limply by his sides because he knows that otherwise he'll start clinging and he can't have that. Not yet at least. ]

Unless I got struck by lightning out of a clear sky or something. The kids are fine. We haven't seen a dragon for three months.

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Three months?

[It is Creedy's turn to step away from Quinn. How can that be. The dragons... gone?]

Do not take this the wrong way, Quinn.

But have you lost your mind?

[ Quinn smiles, he can't help it. Not a day has gone by that he hasn't wished he could share this particular story with Creedy. ]

We killed the bull. Me, Van Zan and Alex went back to London right after...

[ And there the smile goes away again.

Right after that damn beast attacked their home. Right after Creedy gave his life so that Quinn could keep his. ]

Right after the attack. Ended up being me who finished him, if you can believe that. Shot an explosive crossbow bolt right into his mouth just as he was about to fry me.

Not before he'd killed Van Zan too though.

No real loss there.

[No. Creedy. Don't speak ill of the dead. Or at least not more than once.]

You really got him. You did it? And the dragons have gone? Died off?

[He smiles but then it falters just a second. imperceptible to anyone but the one who knows him best.

If Quinn isn't dead... then how is he here? Or rather. How is Creedy.]

...I think I'm in need of a drink.

Manners.

[ Because Quinn is the king of those himself.

It's too damn easy to fall back into the way he used to be around Creedy. Too damn comfortable and secure. Maybe this is how the island plans to get to him. ]

I don't know if they'll stay gone, if there really is just one bull. Seems a little far fetched to me, but if nothing else we've been given a break to rebuild some. We got in touch with some people too. French.

Don't think I'd mind a drink or ten myself. Maybe then I'll actually be able to believe that dead men can walk.

[Creedy is not far beyond wondering for himself. So many questions. So little that makes sense. But it does not matter just now. Because Quinn is here.]

I 'ave a map to a pub and some kind of 'stipend' to buy m'self clothing or something of the like. I can think of a better use.

Do you know, they still pay for things?

I know. Paying us just for existing too, it seems.

[ Money doesn't even make all that much sense to him any longer. And when he thinks back on how things used to be it never really did, at least not to the kid of logic he's had to develop.

He chuckles weakly, and having no fight left in him he just pulls the other man close for a tight hug. Who needs pride anyway? It's a luxury just like so many other things, and he hasn't had any of those for a long time. ]

You know something? That punch was for dying on me too.

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