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"I'm serious. I'm not staying here. Get me out of this freak show."**"Newsflash: It's not like the rest of us like being here," Conor said, waving his mostly-eaten apple at thenewcomer's face.A dry laugh. "This is insane. I don't have time for this.""Huh," Conor said. He leant against the wall and took another bite from his apple. "Too bad.""I have work-""Not anymore." Conor finished his apple and held out the core. "You mind throwing this away for me?"He got a murderous glare and decided that his offer wasn't about to be taken up."Fine," Conor said, and went off to the common room. He lobbed the core into the trash and washed hishands. The newcomer had followed him in. Conor rolled his eyes and turned to him."What's your name?""Nelson.""Right, Nelson. You're here. You can't do anything about that. So deal with it."Nelson looked as though the only things stopping him from strangling Conor around the neck were aproud unwillingness to stoop to that level of primitive savagery and an inability to get over the fact thatConor looked almost exactly like him-"And we're out of beds, so you'll have to sleep on the floor," Conor added.-but this was pushing it.Nelson swallowed. "I'm not sleeping on the floor," he stated."Yes you are," Conor said."No. I'm not.""All right then, there are three other beds. Two of them are soaked with blood, and the third is in Bob'sroom. He's been known to throw up on his roommates. In the middle of the night.""..."Conor gazed restlessly around the room. "I'm going to the bar," he decided."Wait-"Conor raised an eyebrow."How long do we have to stay here?""Beats me," Conor said, walking back towards the door. "I'm going to the bar, and you're not followingme.""Kevin?"Kevin rolled over and squinted into the dark to see who was speaking."Take the sofa," not-Tim said. "I'll sleep on the floor."**