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"You went back in time," he repeated, "and you expect his cell phone to work?" "Well, no, I just, I mean, I came back and he hasn't! Shouldn't he have?" Morrison, very steadily, said, "Were you together?" "No! I just said he went to fight the Morrigan!" "I see." There was a pause. "The man is seventy-four years old, Joanie. He can take care of himself. If you were," a great and patient pause filled the line before he went on, "time traveling. If you were time traveling and got separated, then I can't think of any reason he would necessarily come back to the present at the same time you did." "Except I was the focal point, it was my fault, it --!" "Joanne. Siobhan. Siobhan Grainne MacNamarra Walkingstick." I didn't think anybody had ever said my name like that before. I gulped down a hysterical sob and whispered, "Yeah?" Morrison, with gentle emphasis, said, "I love you. Now pull yourself together and go find the bad guy," and hung up."
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She left me the way people leave a hotel room. A hotel room is a place to be when you are doing something else. Of itself it is of no consequence to one's major scheme. A hotel room is convenient. But its convenience is limited to the time you need it while you are in that particular town on that particular business; you hope it is comfortable, but prefer, rather, that it be anonymous. It is not, after all, where you live. When you no longer need it, you pay a little something for its use; say 'thank you sir,' and when your business in that town is over, you go away from that room. Does anybody regret leaving a hotel room? Does anybody who has a home, a real home somewhere , want to stay there? Does anybody look back with affection of even disgust, at a hotel room when they leave it? You can only love or despise whatever living was done in that room. But the room itself? But you take a souvenir. Not, oh, not to remember the room. To remember, rather, the time and place of your business, your adventure. What can anyone feel for a hotel room? One doesn't any more feel for a hotel room than one expects a hotel room to feel for its occupant.
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