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[hallelujahpilot]

She's drunk.

She thinks she's drunk.

No.

Stop.

She's numb and dizzy and nothing seems real and all she can taste is whiskey. Ergo, she is drunk.

She was numb. But she's reached the point of drunk where the whole 'numb' thing is starting to wear off.

Carl's room is closer, but she would have gone to his door instead of hers even if she'd had to go to the other end of Milliways.

She knocks, rests her head against the doorframe. She's wearing just shorts and a tank, and it's actually starting to be cold.

She knocks again. "Carl, you there?"

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[one_man_army]

He glances up at the sound of the knock (it's late, and had been quiet in the hall since he came up here after his run) and before he can ask who it is, she's knocking again.

Carl, you there?

Trudy.

He smiles (because he'd been hoping to see her sometime soon) but before he opens the door, it fades a little. She had sounded...different.

Carl throws the bolt and pulls the door open.

(Still cautious as to who else might be in the hall, but this is Milliways, not an apartment room in Bosnia or Turkey.)

"Hey, Trudy."

Half a heartbeat.

"...what's...?"

What's wrong?

He's got a hand (arm) out to her, silently inviting her in.