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Danny waited until she was gone, taking quick steps after her friend, breaking into a jog as she followed him down the corridor. The man's eyes were stinging ... not from tears, but from complete exhaustion. The steps he took towards Becker were unsteady, and he was sure that if he wasn't so frightened of falling asleep, he'd have fallen where he stood.
But he had things to attend to, first. He had to find a place to sleep, to start. There was a room in the back of the ARC, a supply room of sorts, that he'd caught a nap in before. Too late he remembered that this wasn't the same building. Everything had changed, not just him, not just the fact that Sarah was dead.
People were gone. Buildings had changed.
And he was undeniably different.
The ex-copper told himself not to worry. He'd find someplace. He was always genius at figuring things out in a pinch.
Danny shoved his hands in his pockets, a smirk on his lips, hoping to look more confident than he felt. More secure. Less like a fragile china doll that was fighting the urge to jump at every mechanical beep.
"You couldn't forget about us, could you, soldier boy?"