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[ooc: retired thread, for reference, here.]

She nods, very slightly, settling back in her chair. There's a lot you can glean from a conversation like that; living alone so quickly suggests she hasn't found anyone she knows here, or at least no one she trusts. Nor does she care to try her luck with strangers. It's an attitude Cameron, alone in her home here for most of three years, can sympathize with.

"Under the circumstances-- arriving in an unfamiliar place, not to mention the City's unusual qualities-- some trouble sleeping doesn't seem particularly unusual."

"People here seem to handle it well," she replies, "How long have you been here?"

Then again, even when people find themselves presented with the preternatural, human resilience always manages to win out. People are able to adapt to the absurd, to rationalize the impossible until they're able to come to terms with it. Olivia's last few years in the Fringe division are testament enough.

"Is there anyone here from your world?"

"A little less than three years. Some of my colleagues were already here, when I arrived."

And more had followed, though that doesn't seem relevant now. Still she's alone here, which says something about her (not that Olivia knows that much.)

"Yours?"

Olivia shakes her head, glancing downwards at the carpet. Quiet for a second, she looks almost immediately.

"Three years."

She doesn't add anything else, but the shock that sits on her words tells Cameron everything she needs to know.

It would be funny if it weren't sad. Quirking the corner of her lip, she can't help but make it worse. After all, Olivia ought to know what the odds are.

"My boss had already been here for years, then."

To hear the truth, however difficult it may be, is something that Olivia always appreciates. The truth is efficient, while lies lead to complications.

She wrings her hands together. A nervous tick translated from the storm of thoughts now coursing through her mind. Does time really stop? If not, then what? What will happen to Peter? Her world?

"Is it true what they say, about time stopping," she pauses, clenching her jaw, "How certain is it?"

This is perhaps the only bit of reassuring news she has, and while Olivia tenses, Cameron relaxes.

"It's difficult to be sure of anything," she begins slowly, hedging only because she doesn't like to claim certainty when the City's greatest constant is change. "But I've never heard of anyone finding it otherwise. My colleagues-- none of us came from the exact same moment, in our own world, and none of us have noticed others missing from reality due to our stays here."

Olivia could question whether Cameron's colleagues are truly the colleagues from her world, or if they actually come from different, parallel universes and are just unaware of it. With all the uncertainty that comes with this place, it could be the case. But Olivia doesn't mention it for the sake of government confidentiality agreements and not giving the impression that she's absolutely insane.

Instead Olivia just claps her hands tighter, pressing her lips into a line. They could talk about this for hours.

"I don't meant to be rude, but," she pauses, looking up at Cameron, "I'd really like to sleep."

"Of course," she says, and stands. "Just a moment."

Cameron heads off to the bathroom, and comes back with a couple of pills in the palm of her hand, which she holds out to Olivia with the faintest trace of a wry smile.

"For tonight. If this is a regular thing... well, come by the hospital, and ask for me."

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☎ voicemail [v 2.0]

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