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[ Frodo arrives rolling and tumbling across the floor.
There was a great shadow over him then, something with a terrible stench and legs too numerous to count. And now, light. He shields himself from the brightness and scoots back until he bumps against the wall, then scrambles to find shelter behind a couch. It hurts his eyes. The air is suddenly too clear, everything too clean. He fears it is a trick.
He speaks in a hush, afraid to alert the enemies but more afraid of being alone. ]
Sam? Where are you, Sam?
There was a great shadow over him then, something with a terrible stench and legs too numerous to count. And now, light. He shields himself from the brightness and scoots back until he bumps against the wall, then scrambles to find shelter behind a couch. It hurts his eyes. The air is suddenly too clear, everything too clean. He fears it is a trick.
He speaks in a hush, afraid to alert the enemies but more afraid of being alone. ]
Sam? Where are you, Sam?
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It varies. Sometimes things are calm and quiet, and other times we're fighting for our lives. While it's usually pretty safe around here, we rarely go a month without something crazy happening.
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I apologize for my manners earlier, I had just come from a place where such things don't matter.
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The universe was being torn apart by expanding dark matter.
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That is terrible. I hope it is true that time does not move while we are here.
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But only time can tell. Eventually the same magic that grabs us sends us back.
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