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Date: May 1st, 2001
Status: Private (Pollution and Loki)
Setting: Hospital
Summary: A visit to an old friend

It was late afternoon and the setting sun through the windows made deep run lights run across the floor. Pollution was faded out in the bright light, face tight and worried. The paper in his fist had a number on it and he gazed up and down the hall, looking for the door that matched it. There. There, he saw it. Slowly, he walked toward the door. It had taken a week for him to gather the courage to go and see his old friend. He had heard only rumors and second hand information since he got here and it made him nervous. He wasn't even sure Loki would remember him when he visited or would recognize him.

Standing outside the door, it took another burst of determination to knock on the door and wait. Maybe he was sleeping.

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"What if I do, but misplace the memory of where to find them?" Loki asked. "I'm not sure, but I think that's what keeps happening. I like the walking on a rainbow memory. It feels like coming home."

He didn't want to misplace that memory whether it was real or just a dream. Still somehow he just knew that was exactly what was going to happen.

"So you can't walk on rainbows," he concluded watching the movement of Poll's foot stir up the oil and scatter the rainbow. "But you create them and play with them. That's pretty."

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"Don't misplace it then," he said sensibly. "Grab ahold of the memory and don't forget it. Don't let it go, that's all."

"I can create oil.." Pollution corrected vaguely, letting the puddle spread a little bit to case more rainbows. "The color is just attracted to it, that's all... I don't control them. "

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"It doesn't work like that," Loki tried to explain. "At least not at the moment. I just ... do something, think something, remember something and then poof it's gone."

He watched the oil spread almost mesmerised by the shimmering. "I like your oil. It's pretty and I don't mind, if you can't control something. You're causing it anyway and it's beautiful."