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I think I'm going to go crazy looking through all of this. Weddings, fights, deaths... how do we know any of this is real? Even if our names are on it, some of the things here are impossible. There was this one with this girl--

[a pause, and then a sigh] But everyone losing their memories doesn't exactly fall under normal, possible things, does it? Nothing makes sense.

... I'm Claire Bennet. If anyone has anything of mine, I'd appreciate seeing it.

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Well, it might not be yours, right?

[pause.]

... I have a father...?

I hope not. I'm too young to be a mother. I think.

Yeah. Old guy, blue robes... guessing it doesn't sound familiar.

Where's your room? I'll drop it off and you can... try to figure it out, I guess.

Nope. Robes? Is he a priest or something?

804. Thanks.

I don't think so. But I guess you'll see for yourself. Maybe it'll trigger something.

I'll be down -- er, up -- in a sec. Tower, and all.

[she picks up her journal, shoves the picture in an old page of the journal, and starts walking.]

Please don't be a transvestite, please don't be a transvestite, please don't be a transvestite.

[... there's a little laugh in her voice]

What?

[a bit embarrassed for a sec that she HEARD that, but she keeps going]

Can you imagine how awkward it'd be if your dad was a transvestite or something?

Weird that that's the first thing to come to your mind.

Priest, transvestite... what else wears robes? Wrestlers before their matches?

He, uh... doesn't look like any of those things, really...

What does he look like, then?

Like a statue or something. You'll... see.

A statue?

[she jumps down the first bit of stairs to the landing, for fun, and there's the crack of the floorboards as she lands. She ignores it and keeps going.]

Like I said, you'll see.

[that was an interesting sound]

What was that?

The floor. I jumped down the stairs.

[slides down the banister for shits and giggles and that's all cool]

It sounded like--nevermind.

Hm?

[and she hops in the elevator. Ding!]

Nothing. [figures she's just going crazy or something...]

[aaaaand short while later, have a knock at your door]

[aaaand have your fellow blond opening the door]

Hi.

[Cassie's wearing this abomination (http://www.entertainmentearth.com/images//AUTOIMAGES/DC28867lg.jpg)]

Hey.

[she pulls the photo out and holds it out]

One Claire and one baby, right there.

[... whoa. That's a lot of skin, but Claire thinks she shouldn't judge when she's handed the picture of herself holding a baby :/ ]

... that's me and a baby, all right.

Here. [she grabs one memory of meetin' Zeus off her desk, and hands it over] See? Robes.

Not yours then, I'm guessing?

[it's JUST a slutty cowboy outfit thing, don't be judgin'. She takes the page and looks at it.]

Thanks. Well. My life is officially insane.

I... I honestly have no idea. I hope not.

[she glances at the photo once more before tossing it onto her desk] Yeah, I'm getting the feeling a lot of people have insane lives here.

You included?

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