[Text to Tyrion] >>The word 'Westeros' mean anything to you? >>Or 'the Erie' or 'I watched Bronn drop a man out of a giant hole in the floor in my defense', for that matter?
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>> Ok. Tony here. >> No that I've finished drinking heavily thought this through, there's a lot of work to do and we'd better get started on it. >> If you're comfortable with it, text me who is in your dreams. Names, people you recognize, and if you're okay talking to them. >> It's a start, right?
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>> Pretty sure a big chunk of this is headed your way.
[Merrill could've texted, but she preferred to call when she had the time to talk. And she liked Frodo's voice. What she really would have liked is the chance to see him in person, but she had things to do, and couldn't stay for a visit. Ring, ring.]
>>This is obligatory text of the day #3, checking in to say I'm fine. >>No more nightmares. No swords through the chest. >>But something weird happened.
>> Your bureau has probably been made aware of my presence here via my CIA handler. >> But in case not, hello, my name is Neena Thurman. >> I wanted to do this in person, but I have no time. >> So we need to do this in texts.
There was no actual way to say 'your father is in my dreams' without sounding creepy, skeezy, crazy, or all of the above. None the less, it needed to be said. He'd waited too long already. The phone rang, just as Steve had promised. No more texts.
>>Hill. Time to get your Costner on. >>Katherine Pryde is in a good deal of potential danger. >>You'll be keeping an eye on her and her family. >>(Address Here) >>It's urgent so I'd suggest finding your way there soon.