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[Look when you're trying to learn how to use this device thing there are going to be mistakes. This is one of them. Beep beep. Click.]

"I thought he died."

"No, he didn't die. They don't do that kind of shit. It's Happy Days."

[Beep of a button being pressed. Slurping a drink.]

"Well he disappeared."

"Yeah, they call it college. At least in TV land. Either way, after a while it didn't matter."

[More shuffling...and maybe the crinkling of a wrapper...then:]

"You seriously watched Happy Days?"

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You were trying to get something. It was a few days ago, right after you and BJ had just gotten here. It was probably accidentally posted, too.

Oh. That. Yeah I think I remember that.

[Whew. He thought she was going to mention his bloody drop in.]

[It's the drop in that she's thinking about, but she is trying to go about this delicately. You can't just ask people if they're dead.]

So you're doing better? From that.

[Play it cool, Freddy.]

Yeah, a lot better. At least this time I know who I'm talkin' to and how.

What were you trying to get that first time, anyway?

Attention?

[Shameless shrug goes here.]

[Claire laughs, lightly.]

There are better and more effective ways of going about that.

Alright, tell me what you'd do.

I can't tell you what I'd do. What if I wanted to get your attention? I don't even know your name. Unless it's Potsie.

I'm not gonna answer to Potsie.

You're kind of tricky aren't you?

Tricky? How am I tricky?

You keep your magic a secret, keeps you one step ahead of everyone else.

I don't have any magic. You keep your name a secret. That keeps you way ahead of everyone else. Do you consider that magic?

I'm not tryin' to get anyone's attention with it.

Well, I'm not trying to get any attention. I'm just trying to get your name.

[Gosh she's persistent. He actually feels guilty.]

Where do you come from anyway? That like a southern hospitality thing?

[Aversion number... something, noted and filed.]

I didn't realize I had an accent. And no, I think that's just an expectation thing. We've been having a conversation and I told you my name, so now it's really only fair that I get yours.

[Pause.]

You know, come to think of it, I don't think BJ ever gave me his name either.

I'm from Los Angeles, Claire. You never know when you're gonna get the wrong kind of attention.

[Because Freddy is oh so celebrity...or something.]

[He must be constantly dodging those flashing lights.]

I'm from California by way of Texas. The real wrong kind of attention that you have to watch out for down there is a runaway cow and maybe Walker Texas Ranger. But you aren't in LA anymore. You do realize that, right?

I heard you loud and clear. How's this locking thing work?

Like this. I can send you the codes. All you have to do is is program them in. It's pretty easy, and trust me I'm about as computer illiterate as they get.

[Sending... Zach's Filter Codes]

[That might have taken longer than what a post-2000 person would have taken but look, his hi-tech piece back home is a Motorola flip.]

Thanks. Looks like it's working.

Any reason in particular you wanted it?

[Fishing for the deets? Maybe.]

Protection.

[That's all she's getting for now.]

You workin' while you live here?

Fair enough.

[She's no stranger to secrets, but she really is going to call him Potside from now on.]

Yeah. The City pays for minors, but it doesn't pick up the bills for anyone who's of age. So I work at the Blue Light. It's a jazz bar.

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