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charlie holloway. (charlieholloway) wrote in thedoorway,

While Charlie had tried to keep his mind off of what had happened to him, having so much idle time hadn't helped. After he'd been sent to his assigned apartment-- which was small and clean, not quite homey feeling, but not sterile, either-- he'd been able to better process exactly what had happened. Despite the fact that he'd just been with Ellie earlier in the day, doing the research that they'd worked on for years, she'd shown up in New York days before him. There were people here who'd been pulled from several other universes, and the only information he'd been able to find about Weyland Corp. brought him back to a movie called Prometheus.

It was too much to think about, especially for somebody who'd woken up that morning sure that he was hallucinating. So, Charlie had taken to bed, which he wasn't quite yet calling his own, and had decided to figure out the best way to get in touch with Ellie. Lucky for him, that was easy enough to do.

Charlie hesitated for a moment when he heard the knock at the door. If it wasn't Ellie, he wasn't sure what he'd do, aside from ignore the visitor. So he approached the door as quietly as possible to look through the peephole. Once Charlie realized that it was Ellie on the other side, he couldn't get the door open fast enough.

"Ellie, this fucking place is absolutely insane," Charlie breathed out as he opened the door for her. He'd been poked and prodded upon arrival, and he couldn't shake the feeling that Weyland was somehow responsible for all of this, but having Ellie made him feel much more like himself. "Are you alright?"