"The weirdness is getting weirder."

Allie had slid into a seat at the bar before she remembered things like politeness. "Hi."

"It's not just voices and weird glimpses of things anymore," Allie said. "Now real, solid, living people are turning up. I watched it happen in the Perk last night."

Riley was still plain ole Riley when he wandered into the bar that night. He hopped up on a bar stool and took a seat.

"Evening. Got something for you," Riley said before amending, "I apologize for how creepy that sounded. It's nothing bad, I promise."

Riley pulled a small thumb drive out of his pocket and slid it across the bar towards her.

"Heard you on the radio wanting to take a look at my book," he said, nodding down at it. "It's not done but there's a good chunk of it there. Rough draft and all."

After a day of trying and failing to get in touch with absolutely anyone he knew or find a portal back to his Fandom, Johnny decided to give up and get something to drink. Sure, he was underage. But he was famous in some realities and charming in all of them. That would help, surely.

He had that in mind right until he saw who was working behind the bar.

"Kitty?" he asked, stunned. "I don't care if you're older and not as obviously mopey, you're a Kitty Pryde, thank God!"

"Glad enough that you're getting a hug, I don't care if you have any idea who I am," Johnny said, reaching across the bar for that hug.

Sorry, Kitty, but it had been a looooong time with a lot of crap thrown at him since the last time he saw a you.

"He's quieter here," Johnny noted. "Our guy will not stop talking. I love this place!"