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Fifth Experiment: [voice]

[Whale can't sleep, and with good reason: there's been a lot for him to process lately. He's in the clinic, not that anyone can see since he chose to leave the video function turned off. He just needs to talk all of this out; it's how he thinks]

This is a chain reaction of complex emotions. Where do I even start? An immortal man who looks like me. That packed more punch than I expected. And now all of this... Gold's son, magic beans...

My head feels like it just ate a bunch of Pop Rocks and drank soda.

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[Evelyn... It has been a while, hasn't it? But what with getting the clinic running, the trouble with Ruby and getting trapped on the Mirror side, it's no wonder they haven't reconnected in a while]

He's not as similar as he appears. He's physically younger, for one, and he has an English accent.

[How very strange. The multiverse is a complicated thing.]

When did he arrive here?

Only a few days ago. We've already met in person. [and Whale's been studying the man's blood since, though saying that part out loud would probably be a bad idea]

Are you...all right?

[He did sound distressed, after all, and Evelyn remembers what a staunch supporter of logic most scientists are.]

I couldn't sleep. Too many things ping-ponging in my head. [might as well be honest about it]

I know how that is.

[She chews her lip for a moment, wondering what the right thing to say might be.]

Are you feeling any better? Than you were before?

Mmmm. Not sure if being drunk constitutes as "better".

It might, given the circumstances.

[A beat.]

Do you need anything?

Not at the moment, but thank you for offering, Evelyn. We'll have to talk when I'm feeling better.

...of course.

[She sounds...slightly apologetic, but she understands the desire to be alone.]

We'll talk later.

Good night, Evelyn. Sleep well. [it is one A. M., after all]

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