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The common room was the most crowded it had been, but still large enough to accommodate the thirtyor so people hanging around waiting. Ludlow stood by the table and talked quietly with Conor, the latterwith arms folded defensively, yet willing to listen and exchange necessary facts. Martin listening frombehind Ludlow; John Constantine leaning against a shelf, smoking and attempting his best to makeLudlow angry just by looking at him.Most of the others sat scattered about the floor in smatterings of uninspired conversation, the groupdivided between those from Blocks F and L, casting the occasional suspicious glance at each other.Johnny Utah lay unconscious by the kitchen sink for all to see. Away from both groups, David AllenGriffin leant against the wall by the television screen and watched them.Bill S. Preston Esquire felt highly out of place. He got a bunch of curious glances, which didn't makehim feel any better, and instead joined Ted in an animated discussion of what they thought Sid was upto, and how he had gotten so orange in the first place.Near the back of the room, Tommy and Jesse were discovering the extreme dissatisfaction that camefrom poking Marlon with a stick. All he did was look at them, and sometimes not even that.The door opened. Not-Tim walked in, and the conversation from the Block F side of the room suddenlydied down into nothing.Ludlow looked up to see the source of the sudden quiet."Hi," not-Tim said, and tried to look inconspicuous.Ludlow walked towards him; he stopped at an arm's length away and stared at not-Tim with an intensecalculating gaze.Not-Tim fought the urge to look away.Ludlow turned to face the others. "Why're you all so afraid of him?" he asked.No one said anything.Ludlow turned back to not-Tim. "He's just like the rest of us," he said.In a sudden motion he grabbed not-Tim and slammed him face-first against the wall, ignoring the yell ofpain as he grabbed hold of the actor's left arm and twisted it."Don't feel so powerful now, huh?""Let me go!"Paul and Shane jumped to their feet and dashed forward. Shane tripped over the cornflakes guy andfell."I'm taking over this bunch of fucking morons, you understand that?" Ludlow continued, elbowing Paul inthe nose."Okay," not-Tim gasped. "Okay. Let go my arm. Please," he added.Ludlow wasn't finished. "And you'll do what I tell you, same as everyone else.""Yes!" not-Tim shouted. "Let go my arm!"