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Wow. So this is what Naomi sees when she meditates, huh? No wonder she can keep it up for more than five hours at a stretch. It's so peaceful up (down?) here. Just what I need. I just had an...interesting journey through the darker side of my Id - I know what Jim means now when he says 'Sandburg's place is a strange and wonderful place.' Yeah, it's a nice place to visit, but try living there with Fire people. Fire people. Yeesh. I study them for three months and they're driving me insane. What an idiot. I mean, just when Jim needs me, what do I do? Go nuts and shoot up the Cascade PD parking lot. 'Way to go, Sandburg.' as Jim would say. Jim. I hope he's alright. "...chief...got them..." Oh wow. That's great man. Good work. I guess you made that 'connection' after all. Without me. ".....c'mon chief..." Why? You don't need me. Jeez man, you cleaned this all up by yourself. *And* you were blind. What do you need a 'neo hippie flower child with time on his hands' tagging around for? "..sorry but...no change...." No. I like it here. I don't have to think, don't have to move, don't even have to breathe. Man, you got machines doing that for me. "....Chief....hear me?..." Yeah, of course I can. but I'm staying right here. I like it here. No psycopathic serial killers in fright wigs after my identity, no oil rig antennae falling on my head, no femme fatals tearing my heart in two... "....I need you..." No you don't. Christ man, you can handle all this by yourself. "...can't....without you..." You got the senses, I gave you the control....so blow me off. it's not like I can do anything about at the moment. "...please..." Oh christ Jim, don't start crying. Don't do this to yourself. "....Blair..." Oh god, I'm hurting him. I'm hurting the only man I ever trusted completely with my life. I can't stay here. Jim needs me.
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