((Yup, there all yours ))

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(Fantastic! So for the purpose of this, we're going to assume Claude and Eden were still working for the Company...yeah)

The man watched with bemused eyes as the hot dog he was handing to a customer began to float out of his hands and disappeared. Claude grinned happily as he took a bite of the New York snack, relishing it. This is, he concluded, the life. He didn't need anyone to live. He was quite fine with his situation, walking around, stealing from oblivious people, sleeping in vacant hotel rooms. He enjoyed staying around to see guests walk in their rooms and find that someone had slept in their room. The hotel he was "living" in was just up along this street. He walked past the bellboys, the occasional tourists, the receptionists in the lobby and went straight for the lift.

As he leaned against the wall of the car with crossed arms, he noticed a woman there. Someone that he had seen from the Company. Eden was her name. He wondered if she knew he was here, standing in the same lift as him. His suspicions were hastily confirmed when they both walked off at the same floor...and to the same room. He let her move ahead of him as he watched her look at the number on the door and knocked on the door several times, saying in a clear voice, "Claude? I know you're in there!"

"Or I'm here," he said, allowing himself to be visible.

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I was cured all right.

(( Yeah, that's totally fine. ))

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