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[You know who we haven't had enough of? Ray and Chris. So here they are, getting drunk - as normal.

Chris, though, seems to be staring blankly at a tarot card and drooling on it a little. Ray gives him a slightly annoyed eye roll. He seems a bit stressed, but hey, booze shall solve all.]

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What?

[Chris looks down at the card.] Oh, hey, yeah I am. What's in me pocket? [He investigates! - gasp, his wallet!] Huh.

[Ray doesn't say anything, he just shakes his head a bit.]

Just gimme the note, div.

Oh, yeah, here...

[He digs it out and gives the note, which says: "You never meant harm, did you? I've seen it in those two colored eyes of yours. That spark of innocence, of strange, boyish naivete. Yes, I know you aren't naive, but you were, once. I would spare you your burden if I could.
-J"]

[Ray just sort of examines it, turning it over to see if, idk, there's a clue or something. Of course, there isn't. And if there was, like... fingerprints, Ray and Chris have gotten fingerprints all over it.]

You seen anybody weird lately? Don't mean like the bastards we pull in, like, ...dunno, some bloke followin' you 'round?

[He passes the note back to Chris.]

Got close enough to see your eyes are different colour, any rate.

I dunno. I can't think of anyone. But yeah, must've been bloody close, seeing me eyes like that. Right bastard, trying to spook me.

Aye. Don't seem to be from Manchester, either. Bloke spells like a bloody Yank.

He does, yeah. Think he's staying in Manchester?

Maybe. If he is, bet you a tenner he'll show 'round CID again.

Yeah, probably. We should probably look for him.

[Ray nods.]

I'll keep an eye out.

I'll, uh...get sandwiches. Sorta hungry, don't really feel like eating, though.

[Now that is worrying. In fact, that might be the first thing Chris has said that has made Ray take Chris' woe-is-me-i-am-a-tired-lump act fairly seriously.]

You're kiddin'.

[Chris currently sees nothing wrong with this fact.]

No? 'S too much effort.

[Ray sees many things wrong with it.]

Shit. Chris. You got a bottomless pit for a stomach. I've never, in the almost three years we've been mates, heard you say you don't feel like eating.

[Chris ponders it a bit.]

Yeah, I guess I haven't before. Didn't think of it, really.

[Ray just has to make sure now.]

You sure you aren't, I dunno, Chris' evil twin or sommat?

If I were, I'm not being all that evil. And I'd need a moustache.

Or a scar. [He points to his for emphasis.]

Yeah, a scar would be cool. And like...a beard or a goatee or something.

You'd look like shit with either.

Maybe with both, yeah? Then it'd look good.

[Ray laughs a bit and shakes his head.]

Chris, I'm pretty sure havin' both would only make it even worse than just the one.

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