The Roof, Tuesday Afternoon

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In the years before his trip to Ben's universe, Ender had often been drawn up here: to the roof, where he could have the best view of the weather, or of the stars. It had been a long time since he'd been, too busy with one thing or another, then too distracted by Ben and recent developments. But it had just been a matter of time.

He was leaning on the divider that kept him from tumbling off, staring up at the sky. Thinking. It had been a long time since he'd heard from anyone in Ben's galaxy. He hoped Alai had not carried through their plans yet - he had no intention of getting anyone stuck over there. More importantly, though, he thought about the future again.

It was really easy to get sucked back into the present right now. To pretend everything would be the same. At the same time, he couldn't; Ender just didn't feel equipped for that kind of thinking. It smacked too much of contentment, a quality he had yet to discover in himself. Some parts of his life were good-- others kept reminding him of the road ahead, and of how little this planet felt like home any longer.

He wondered if it would always be like that. Who am I, that I don't know my home?

( 'I had been wondering when your brain was going to jump back to morbid, and here you are, bemoaning the fate of-- what is it, this time?' Jane asked. )

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Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday evening

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Dave was going to have a sandwich for dinner while he watched some television. There was a station with nothing but really old TV shows, which was exactly the kind of thing he wanted to see when he was spending a quiet night in.

Unfortunately for him, Dave accidentally turned on the hockey game. He had a moment of panic and turned it off as quickly as he could, somehow ending up on a Spanish language channel. He had no idea what was happening on it, but the characters were definitely involved in some kind of intrigue. There was a moment of relief when he realized that there was no way anyone would ever suspect him of being a Mexican spy, so he put the remote down on the couch to take a bite of his sandwich. Taking a moment to calm down about his irrational spy-phobia, Dave decided that he could change the channel so he reached for the remote... which had disappeared.

Dave looked on the floor, under the coffee table, in between the cushions, and even in his pockets. The remote was nowhere to be found. He resigned himself to having to watch whatever was on the Spanish channel and sat down to go back to his sandwich... which had also disappeared. He looked around to see that there was nobody around at the moment.

"Well, fine. I'll just watch whatever this is without food," Dave said defiantly.

[OOC: I have no idea.]