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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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Sorry, Mr. Superhero. [... doesn't look or sound sorry]

Sorry to get your hopes up, but saying that was just a reflex. [climbs in]

[folds her arms and just frowns B( ]

Where's this memory?

Straight to business, huh? [walks over to his dresser, opening a drawer; THE HORRIBLE BIRD PAINTING ABOVE HIS BED IS STILL THERE BTW]

[HA HA HA, she goes towards that horrible bird painting... cringing, it's so ugly] This looks like a three year old did it. I'd be happy if I didn't remember this.

I sure didn't paint it. I'm pretty sure a three year old actually did do it. It's cute, don't you think?

[takes out a tape]

I have this painting on my wall in my room... of a fish. [stares at the bird for a moment, then shrugs] I guess. A weird thing to have over your bed, though.

[looks at the tape with his name on it]

Мaybe the same kid decorated our walls.

Here. [holds it out]

The one on my wall is a lot better than this.

[takes it] Uh, thanks...

You can watch it here.

[hands it back to him] You can set it up, then.

You're too lazy to pop it in yourself? [walks over and pops it into the... holy shit i forgot what a tape player is called. WHATEVER HE POPS IT IN AND TURNS ON THE TV]

Hey, it's your room. And I'm a guest.

[she takes a seat on the edge of the bed... wondering how she knows this jerk isugdb]

Right, I must've forgotten about host etiquette, along with everything else.

[picks up the remote and presses play; goes to sit near her]

[she makes a surprised noise when she sees herself with a football]

Huh. Another had me looking like a cheerleader.

[glances over at him]

I think you'd be more cut out for a cheerleader, anyway. You kind of suck at football. Just watch. [raises both of his eyebrows, holding a hand up to the tv]

[sucks at suicide, sucks at football...]

Were you trying to teach me? [... oh lawd]

That, or trying to embarrass you.

Until-- [THEN IT'S THEm tripping, but it stops before it gets to the wrist snapping]

[sdigbgd she laughs] Clearly, we're very graceful.

You tripped over your feet. I tripped over a person. I think there's a big difference there, even if you're only four foot something.

You weren't graceful enough to not trip over a person. And the height jokes? Are old.

I wasn't making one. How tall are you?

I--don't know. But I'm at least five something.

Let's see. [stands up, offering his hand to help her up]

[takes it and stands, then lets go D< ] Fine. Don't be too devastated when I'm no longer four something in your eyes.