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Strange, yeah that’s too obvious a way to describe things now; like looking in dusty fun house mirror all the same but grimy and twisted. Yep, that about sums it up. There was this apartment, pretty ratty, but I lived in worse. It was like walking into a life interrupted. All the things were there from some previous life, just sitting there like a stage waiting for them, those other people, to walk back out and start it all up, that other life. I could not help but stare at that girl Serena. We had bonded in two weeks on the move, strangers in a strange land, but here we were more familiar than familiar and strangers taking up an intimate life together in an apartment, taking up a life that was not our own. I smiled at her and walked out onto the balcony of The Eights. Being a carpenter had given me a life, but now, I hated that I was a fixer of things, what with the world falling apart all around us. Was going to be a bitching lot of work to keep the world going.