n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach-lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended...
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3 years and 4 days ago
An older Five, in the apocalypse, walks into a broken down building, with writing on the walls. He starts to speak to his wife of thirty years, Dolores, the mannequin. Though he wishes it was someone else.
"Do you remember that, uh," says Five chuckling, already drunk. "....little mansion just outside the city limits? Where we- yeah."
"Yeah, well turns out the wine cellar was untouched." says Five, to the mannequin. "Picked up a few cases of your favorite Bordeaux."
Five starts to chug back one of the bottles he brought back with him. He hears something from Dolores that no one else hears. "Hm...Ah, that's an exaggeration. I don't drink too much. You know, I work hard all day. I-" says Five, his voice now sad. "Why would you say that?"
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Present Day
I woke up a few minutes ago with a pounding headache. 'I knew I shouldn't have had that last drink.' I think to myself.
I slowly look around trying to orient myself. I notice Luther sitting in a chair near me. He stands up and grabs me a glass of water to help with my headache. He asks about why I'm back, and with the little energy I have, I don't even try to fight him on this.
I tell him about the apocalypse, the handler, and working for the commission.
"When's it supposed to happen?" asks Luther, referring to the apocalypse I told him about. "This... apocalypse."
"I can't give you the exact hour, but..." I say, taking a sip of my water. "from what I could gather, we have four days left."
Luther looks hurt that I didn't tell him sooner. "Why didn't you say something sooner?"
"It wouldn't have mattered." I say, remembering how I found all of them, in the apocalypse.
"Of course it would." Luther says, determined to stop this and be Number One again. "We could've banded together and helped you try to stop this thing."
