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I looked at Ray and raised an eyebrow.
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“What?”
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“Well,”
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“Well,” Ray said, slowly, “People do leave.
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“People do leave. The approximate number of people at any given event is always the same. But we see new faces.”
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The approximate number of people at any given event is always the same.
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Fact: Sound is a vibration.
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“You're sure it's not just some people being indisposed ? ”
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asked Adrienne, using Sarah's phrasing.
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“Keep adding people long enough, regardless, you get more overall.
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“Keep adding people long enough, regardless, you get more overall. A couple people staying in their rooms, even if you switch out the people, won't make a difference.”
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A couple people staying in their rooms, even if you switch out the people, won't make a difference.”
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He dropped the pecans back into the dish, one by one.
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“So where do they go?”
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Adrienne focused on Zheng.
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I cut in.
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“Maybe a better question is, does anyone ever come back?”
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Kishori chewed her lip.
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Sarah shrugged and sipped at her drink.
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After a moment, Ray said, “I don't think so.”
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“I don't think so.”
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“Are there patterns?”
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Adrienne asked.
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“Who leaves?”
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Again, there was an uncomfortable moment of silence.
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I hazarded a guess.
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“You don't notice, do you.”
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“Of course we notice.
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But... well, no one important ever disappears, so it doesn't really matter, does it.”
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I could tell she was trying to remember whom she had known who had left, and failing.
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No one offered a different answer.
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I looked at Adrienne.
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Mission accomplished: Our routine insouciance had been disrupted.
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(I reserved the right to revise this opinion later.)
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“How long have you been here?”
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The question, previously posed to me, was presented to the rest of our group (excluding Ray; Adrienne had been tactful enough to wait until he had gone for a refill, recalling the last time the subject was broached).
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Sarah, she tilted her head and tapped a finger on the side of her wine glass.
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A long time.
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Got to be months and months, at least.
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“You were here before I was,”
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“You were here before I was,” said Kishori, “and so was Tiffany.”
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When I was done mentally exclaiming over my impossible rescue, I looked around.
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“and so was Tiffany.”
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I looked at Zheng; he shrugged.
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“Time passes in a weird way here.
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“Time passes in a weird way here. I kept track for a while—thirty-eight days—but after that... I guess I didn't see the point.”
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I kept track for a while—thirty-eight days—but after that...
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I guess I didn't see the point.”
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Fact: Some places are timeless.
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“Why not?”
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asked Adrienne.
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“Days don't matter,”
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“Days don't matter,” he said.
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Tiffany nodded, but Kishori spoke before the other woman could.
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she asked Adrienne.
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Adrienne met her gaze.
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“I don't want to be here forever.”
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“But we're not here forever,”
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“But we're not here forever,” objected Sarah.
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“Remember?
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“Disappeared,”
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“Disappeared,” I corrected her.
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“We don't know how or why he left.
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“We don't know how or why he left. Or where he went.”
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Or where he went.”
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Zheng looked thoughtful.
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The ship, it was odd and old, either so outdated or so heavily modified that I couldn't tell what make it was, and somehow, the crew standing around me fit the same description, a singularly atypical amalgamation of folk.
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He picked up his glass, swirled the liquid around, took a sip, then set the glass back down.
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He glanced around at the rest of us.
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“Do you want to leave?”
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“Could you live anywhere else now?”
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I spoke up.
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“Yes,”
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“Yes,” I said.
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“I wouldn't miss this, much.”
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No one else said anything.
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I watched Adrienne's eyes move from one face to the next.
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Zheng, he addressed me again, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees and an intense, steady gaze.
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“You think that,”
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“You think that,” he said, “but is it true?
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“but is it true? Would you be happy back in a normal life, working and living and crying in the drudgery of whatever the hell normal is these days?”
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Fact: It's too easy to fall into patterns.
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Fact: I wasn't sure I wanted the dream stage to end.
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My quarters felt stifling.
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Asphyxiating my mind.
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I sat sideways in the armchair, feet dangling over one arm, neck resting against the other, absently tracing invisible lines between the stars outside my window as I ruminated on the situation.
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The lightscreen had proved singularly unhelpful.
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There was a schedule advertising upcoming on-ship events, such as dance classes, craft sessions, and discussion groups, and a list of dinner invitations for me to respond to.
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A menu of display options, allowing me to customize all the lightscreen's superficial characteristics.
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A simple contact system for communicating with other people on the ship.
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That was all.
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A methodical search of my two adjoining rooms, the ample closet space, and the attached bathroom facility had similarly provided no fodder.
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Furniture (dark wood, expensive, polished, no secret compartments), clothes, leftover tray of half-consumed food from the previous day's lunch, toiletries (complete with miniature bottles of sweet-smelling apricot honey lotion), lightscreen, me.
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I was discouraged and frustrated.
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I wanted to prove to Adrienne that I wanted solve the ship's mystery just as much as she did.
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I wanted to find something, anything, that would prove all this was normal and sane.
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And me, I guess I was one more piece in their puzzle.
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I didn't want to think about disappearances and time and purposes and consequences.
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In one hand I balanced my plate of star-shaped crackers, globs of elegant dips and garnishes, little rolled balls of meats and cheeses stabbed through with spears of some pale green plant, and an array of other delectable, bite-sized items.
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My other hand pointedly steered Adrienne to a small table against a wall.
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