[ They might as well be there again, the shared memory carving out its own space. Only not so hot this time, or so bright, and in some distant place he can feel his own bed underneath him.
Logan sits down on one of the low consoles they'd worked so hard and so futilely to repair. Picks up a broken piece of metal and tosses it aside. ]
Nobody ever taught you to turn your mind off, Jeannie? [ Hey, it's late. A good time for bad jokes. ]
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Logan sits down on one of the low consoles they'd worked so hard and so futilely to repair. Picks up a broken piece of metal and tosses it aside. ]
Nobody ever taught you to turn your mind off, Jeannie? [ Hey, it's late. A good time for bad jokes. ]