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Quentin Smith, 23

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[pharmacy]

[ He needs a few minutes to just...BE QUIET, so he lets Dwight drop the connection and leaves it for a good long while before: ]

You there? You okay?

[hatchways]

Yes. Great. I'm fantastic. Couldn't be better. That did not just scare the shiiit out of me. Intrusive thoughts. Intrusive voices? Not you. Obviously. Probably. ( a beat. ) This is going to take a while to get used to.

[pharmacy]

Especially if you get in a twist over it. What does that mean, intrusive thoughts? What intrusive thought is getting you?

[hatchways]

No. Just mine. My own. Anyway, I'm going deeper into the woods today. I've been slowly mapping it out. In my head. Do you want to come or are you busy with town stuff?

[pharmacy]

[ For as casual as he is about it, Quentin is also still getting used to this system, which is why he slips a little extra thought Dwight's way without realizing: ]

Goddammit, Dwight. Yeah, no, don't go without me. I've got some stuff but I can get it done quick. Do you need paper? This might a little nuts, but you could like...map it...on paper...

[hatchways]

( he's well aware that quentin doesn't like that he's living alone out in the woods, but he's pretty comfortable out here, man. )

I plan on mapping it out later for anyone who wants one, but I don't need it. ( call it insanely good memory from having to constantly remember new realm layouts under extreme duress. ) Can you get here within the hour?

[pharmacy]

Dude, I'm literally working. Give me two?

[hatchways]

Fine. Two hours.

( if he doesn't make it here in time, then he's just going to set out on his own. )