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It's inside the bar.

And Kenny can move fast if he wants to. Oh, yes, he can.

"Lou!" Tommy calls as he chases after him. "Jeezus Christ, Lou, it's just me!"

Kenny reaches his apartment and shoves the key into the lock with a severely shaking hand. Eventually he gets the door open and ducks inside, away from what's chasing him, away from what's invaded his mind and seeped into his bones.


Tommy slams his shoulder against the door before Kenny shuts it on him. For a few moments there's a struggle, each man pushing from either side.

"Go away!" Kenny shouts angrily. "You're leading him here!"

"Bullshit!" Tommy snaps. "You know I ain't! This's freaking me out, too, y'know! Lemme in!"

"Go away!"


A sudden draft sweeps through the hall.

Both men start to cough. It distracts them enough so that Tommy is able to push his way into the apartment, and he slams the door behind him and turns all the locks.

Catching their breath, they look at each other, wondering how it ever got to this point.

"Sorry," Kenny huffs, shaking his head and running his hands through his hair. "I don't know--"

Tommy waves a hand. "Never mind," he says. Finally, after a while, he ventures, "What're we gonna do?"

Kenny looks around the room a little blankly. "Barricade ourselves in?"

With a blink, Tommy shrugs. "Okay."

They start to drag stuff across the floor toward the door, starting with the dresser.

"I don't know why we didn't think of this before," says Kenny, pushing while Tommy pulls. "If we're going to reclaim what bit of sanity we had before this all happened, we'll have to do it together."

"Right," Tommy agrees. "And with heavy furniture."

"Exactly. Heavy furniture is an impediment to all."

Grunting, they bring the dresser to a stop against the door.

"What else?" says Tommy.

"Chairs," Kenny replies, and he goes off to drag a couple chairs over. He and Tommy prop them up at angles against the dresser. "That should do, I think."

"Awesome," says Tommy, and they both sink to the floor, their backs against the wall, facing each other.



"We forgot food."

Tommy gapes at him. "How long d'you think we hafta stay in here?"

"I dunno!"

"And you, of all people, don't have food stockpiled in your room?"

"I have food for me, but I don't have food for you. I wasn't exactly expecting to play 'Survivor: Milliways' tonight, you know."

"Oh, and you're not gonna share?"

"Jesus, fine. We'll divvy up half a package of Oreos, a bag of fun-size chocolate bars, and a box of Cheez-Its."

"That is what we have to live off of?"

"Look, do you want to eat or not?"

"Okay, okay."

They both exhale a deep sigh.

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