In the hall with Maia . . .

[good-shepard.livejournal.com]

Maia and I walk down the hallway to the clinic. I look at her, worried. I just met this girl, and she seems really sweet. I hope there nothing wrong with her. Maybe talking would help . . .

"So . . . what's going on? Anything I can help with?"

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[good-shepard.livejournal.com]

*sensing he's made a faux pas*

Oh, I didn't mean strange in a bad way. I mean, strange to me. Where I come from, a lot of this is a little bit unheard of.

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

*looks at you with a smirk* Your from L.A. I would assume this is all old hat and boring for you.

[good-shepard.livejournal.com]

*confused*

Hookers, druggies, and actors are one thing. Vampires, psychics, and people from other planets . . . another thing entirely.

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

*smiles* in the end though, its just everyone looking for a way to fit isnt it. I mean... if its by way of drugs to forget your reality or people from other planets who truly feel like their outsiders... its not much different Jack.

[good-shepard.livejournal.com]

*smiles*

You know, you have a point. We all have things in our lives we'd like to sort of escape from. I guess I just didn't see it until now.