Welcome home [dictated]

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[Church made it back to his room to find his old body and a large crate in the middle of the cramped space.  His first reaction was to be annoyed because the shit was in the way.   His second reaction was to be annoyed because this meant that Harper actually did do house calls and he fought to get his old to him for nothing.  After those two reactions ran their course a niggling doubt crept into the back of his mind.  Harper didn't do deliveries.  He was adamant on that point.

There was something on the crate... a repair manual.
“Just do your homework. You never know the next time you'll get stuck without me. “

Fuck...

He made his way to Harper's room.  Not hurrying.   Hurrying would look stupid and Harper would be there.   They would trade smart ass remarks, he'd poke around Harper's work area and pester him for a while and everything would be the way it was supposed to be.

Except Harper's name wasn't on the door.
Harper's name wasn't on any of the doors.

Harper was gone.

It took Church a few minutes to process it.  This... this is exactly why he doesn't have friends. Stupid fucking genius, stupid goddamned fucking castle!   He wasn't going to miss the fucking idiot.  He'd been a total pain in the ass... always gushing about his stupid warship/AI girlfriend.   Always calling him an AI when he's a motherfucking ghost.

Fuckin' asshole... ]

York... I have an update for that room list of yours.
Harper's gone.
 

[God damn he misses being able to get drunk already.]