[His voice lilts up, curiosity briefly winning out over the dead hunk of plastic in his hands he doesn't want to think about. He'd been planning to turn the topic around, to warn him about the memory loss, but he's got time. They've got time.]
[Tim hasn't arrived straight from home, right? He wouldn't be carrying an axe around suburban Alabama, right?]
[Then again, Alex Kralie. Maybe Tim's a reasonable person, maybe he realized a flip-knife and a camera wouldn't be enough.]
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[His voice lilts up, curiosity briefly winning out over the dead hunk of plastic in his hands he doesn't want to think about. He'd been planning to turn the topic around, to warn him about the memory loss, but he's got time. They've got time.]
[Tim hasn't arrived straight from home, right? He wouldn't be carrying an axe around suburban Alabama, right?]
[Then again, Alex Kralie. Maybe Tim's a reasonable person, maybe he realized a flip-knife and a camera wouldn't be enough.]