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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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A knocking sound woke Loki out of a light doze. It was dark. That surprised him as he somehow had a feeling that it didn't have to be. He'd seen this room lit before. He was almost sure of that. He also thought he knew how to make light, but there wasn't a fireplace or candle as far as he could see.

The knocking sound however he knew for sure was a request to come in. A visitor. Visitors, he remembered, were a nice thing. Except that he thought the last one might have scared the rat that lived under the bed. Still he wanted the visitor to come in. Now, what was the correct answer again?

"Hello?" Loki called out in old Norse*.


* It had finally somehow managed to stick in his brain that most people around here didn't speak Giant which was for some reason still a language his brain occasionally defaulted to.