it's about to be writ again as I ask you to focus on

[didorothy]

[It really isn't much of a change, is it? DI Tyler looks a bit confused and out of place.]

[Not like we haven't seen this a hundred times before.]

...Right. What the Hell have I been doing for the last year?

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[didorothy]

It feels real. The 1970s. Feels more real than the real world does anymore. And you begin to think... how can all those people be fake? Chris and Ray and Annie and Gene... they aren't just bits of my subconscious come out to keep me busy while I'm lying in a hospital bed.

[He looks at her] No matter how unreal the facts get, gut feeling says it's as real as anything. Am I right?

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

I didn't want to believe that, not in the beginning. But now, I can't help but think you're right.

All of it has to be real, somehow. I really grew to care about them, all of them. And now... I just wish there was some way for me to help them.

[didorothy]

[Sam remembers the roof of a police building and hands covered in sand.]

DI Drake. I woke up. What did I do when I woke up?

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[This catches her off guard, and he had to ask, didn't he? It's not like she's going to lie to him.]

You went back to work for a while. But you said you could still hear them calling for help. And... You died, Sam. You killed yourself because you thought you could go back and save them.

[Her voice has taken on a very clinical tone, as if she's trying to disassociate herself from the conversation.]

But the thing is, Sam, it worked. You went back to 1973, and you stayed there.

[didorothy]

I... oh God. [He turns his head away, because by now he knows he would jump off a building to save the people here.] Maya. My mum. Auntie Heather.

[He wishes he could be as clinical as she is - as clinical as he was the first time he told Gene about his death.] No wonder you thought I was mad.

[poshmouthytart.livejournal.com]

[Her tone switches just as quickly from clinical back to compassionate. After all, she can finally relate to his plight.]

But I didn't know, Sam. I had no idea how... How real it all felt. But they all told me about you, and how much they cared about you and how you felt about Annie and...

I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you don't remember it.