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Alex got slowly to his feet. He dimly recalled being exploited as free labour in some strange afterlifeplace that needed a new recreational wing. The details were growing fuzzy in his mind. He needed tosit down. He sat back down on the carpet."Okay," Shane said when it looked as though no further interesting thing was about to happen. "Lunch.""More like dinner," Conor said."We can have both," Tommy suggested."What time is it?" Chris asked, but everyone was too lazy to look at the clock. It was probably aroundsix.Jesse poked his head into the common room. "Who's hungry?" he called out. Several people decidedthat they were. So they got up, to the decided displeasure of Tom, who wanted everyone to just sitdown and cooperate.The group went enthusiastically out into the stairwell in search of the cafeteria and food.Sitting on the floor, Alex still felt uncomfortably like a zombie. It didn't help that he was kind of coveredin blood. He left for the central block, returning soon after with a free change of fresh clothes, thenheaded duly for the bathroom and a good shower.Back in the cafeteria, the chefs stood around in a deactivated sort of way. The food embargo was stillon.The place was eerily still, and clean, and white, the rows of empty tables freshly cleaned and gleaming,the work of the small cleaning robots that now lay dormant by the walls.Their footsteps echoed as they entered.Tod prodded one of the chefs. Nothing happened.But there were ingredients lying about in the cooking areas, and some of them knew how to cook, andothers didn't mind eating raw ingredients, and so they got themselves sufficiently full, although the fooddidn't taste a quarter as good as it would have if Adam Jones had been among their number.Alex held out his hand. "Alex Wyler.""Tom Ludlow."They shook hands."Where were you guys from?" Alex asked, tossing his towel onto the sofa to dry."Block F. The 29 th floor."Alex gestured vaguely at the door. "Have you met Keanu?""Yes," Ludlow replied shortly."Okay.""What's he doing here?" Ludlow asked."I don't know.""Trying to build some fucking kingdom of his own?"Alex shook his head.Ludlow snorted. "It's pathetic."Alex just looked at him.**