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I'm used to folks moving on. Seen more than enough of it over the years. No one knows what comes next, but the general consensus seems to be that it's a better fate.

I suppose that makes this world not so different from home, after all.

On that note, snow isn't that exciting, and I'm only curious as to who will be next.

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I'm coming in for breakfast tomorrow.

I'm not a good replacement for Nathan, but I figured we should talk.

I'm going to guess you don't take your coffee as Irish, either.

Still. I look forward to it.

I don't.

I'll see you, Rube.

There are those who return as well.

I may have a sliver of hope, yes. We'll just have to keep up the tradition in his absence.

I don't know if I could drink that much.

In moderation. Of course.

Yes, of course.

It seems no matter how many people leave, that it's still depressing.

It is. Even if one is used to it. And still we carry on.

We're still here.

There were many paths laid out for me, and each time one ended, I died. I can't help but wonder where my next death will lead me.

Always.

Elsewhere is as much as I can hope for. It's almost enough to make a man wish he were mortal.

Each of those who left took a piece of this place with them. Perhaps it was time they went home. There is good for Nathan to do elsewhere, I almost consider him lucky for it.

Very lucky. Everyone has a quota and a time to go, his just happened to come rather sooner than I expected. Still, we've lost our spark of youth. We may have to resort to drinking with the children.

Ah, we're just going to feel older because of it.

I can handle that.

We are still here for a reason. Perhaps it's to be old.

Someone has to, there's entirely too much liveliness around here.

Cane shopping tomorrow? We need something to hit the children with.

Absolutely. Then we can sit on a bench and yell at them to get off our lawn.

No it's not.

Already long dead, you can't shock me. Move along.

I have better things to do with my time.

missing Fussy, huh?

I'm sure I don't know who you're talking about.

Hairy Petrelli

Among others.

Hey, I know. Charlie and his boss and everybody else. I posted about this like weeks ago and now everybody's all bent out of shape cause theyresing like upstanding, bearded citizens.

The world's better off without them, Udou.

Yeah well, its not your decision anymore

It never was.

I'm sorry, Rube-san.

It's fine, Haruhi. It's a part of life. I'm sorry that you're out of a job, and I hope you'll keep coming to the Wafflehausen.

More than my job, I'm sorry you've lost a friend.

It happens. The same to you.

...Yeah, I gotta wonder.

It's slightly disconcerting when all of the other fuck ups from your world have come and gone. One feels like a walking target.

Yeah, I can imagine.

No one from my world's here, so I don't think I have to worry about it. But if I go, you're down a cook.

If I go, you're down a boss. I suppose the restaurant would be yours.

Hey, I can make a lot of things, but I ain't ever gonna be able to make a copy of those waffles. You'll have to teach me your secrets before you go.

It's an art. Gladly.

If you go, I'll send you a mean jambalya recipe to take with you.

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