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Date: May 20, evening
Location: In the manor, first restaurant, then wherever it goes
Status: Public
Summary: If no one here has a spaceship, I might just as well leave again... or not...

As he finished his dinner and savoured the red wine he had ordered with it, Atlan wondered what do to with himself now. Maybe a change of plan was in order. Maybe returning to his undersea dome would be a good idea.

What? That all-too-independent part of his brain supplied sarcastically. You mean you went through all the waking up procedures just to go back to sleep?

Well, maybe not so good. Maybe teaming up with some of the others would be helpful. The whole place was set up so that anyone arriving could make up a wild tale about his origins and everyone else was apparently supposed to believe it. Oh well, that wasn't the worst kind of place for someone like him to be.

Still in thoughts, he put his utensils aside, emptied his wine, left money and a tip next to his plate and got up. He'd continue thinking on the way over to the bar.

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Methos was just on his way to see Dawson as he saw a man exit the restaurant. He glanced at him, then back towards the bar, then back to the man. He frowned as a memory stirred.

Was it possible that they had met before? Methos strained to think back, back to the time when his memories became blurred and hazy, except for the quickenings and some deaths.

Then he had it. Reflex-like, he pivoted as the man closed up to him, slappig his flat hand firmly against the white-haired man's cheek.