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Holy crap, this month has been busy. I don't even have any poorly tasting mortician jokes to throw at you, numbers club. That's how you know it's been rough.

I guess we're not so secret anymore? I don't even know. I'm trying to keep my status as a member of this thing secret since I still work for the city and all. Not like it's been easy with all these FBI agents swarming around. I'm lucky nobody's tried running me through one of those full-body scans, huh? That'd be a huge red light.

Speaking of huge lights, if you're new to the numbers club, hi! My name's Brooke. I'm a mortician. Most of my work is on the up-and-up, but if past you was undead or anything like that, I can definitely try to help. Things keep going this way and it might be all I do. Anyway, look, sorry I've been gone for so long and sorry I couldn't help much in that big fight. I'm just... glad that I didn't recognize any of the decedents.

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Thanks. I hope I get it.

Me too, little dude.

Sorry, is "little dude" too informal? I never know. It sounds weird.

I don't care. I'm not that little, though. I'm 11 now.

Oh, cool, you're almost solidly in the tween demographic. You're growing up fast. I'm honestly kind of glad I could see even a little bit of it. You spend so much time around death, you don't really see a whole lot of life, you know what I mean?

[it's probably a good thing Brooke can't see how very contemplative Phillip looks behind the screen.]

I know. But it's kind of inevitable, isn't it?

I... guess. Wow. That's kind of heavy coming from an 11-year-old.

People keep saying that. But it's true. We just get to fill in what comes before it.

No need to tell me about that. It's just that normally the existential obsession with your own mortality doesn't hit until puberty.

What's that mean? [nope talking about death is normal everyone else is weird.]

I mean, I knew I wanted to be a mortician pretty early on, just... well, I saw somebody die in a car crash. So I guess it's kind of normal for me to be obsessed with this kind of thing. But I don't know if anything like that happened to you.

Not really. [well. some of his echos have shown him things, but he doesn't want to talk about that.]

I guess it must be echo things, then? Or maybe it's just ineffable. Some kids like playing with toy dinosaurs, some kids like pretending they're zombies after the meteor hit.

[......oh. he hadn't actually thought of that.] Maybe. I don't really know.

Neither do I. That's what makes it ineffable, I guess.

If it ever gets too much to handle, though, I'm kind of a like mind with the death thing. Just know I'm here, okay?

Edited 2014-04-08 02:30 (UTC)

[that's actually really nice to hear. Most people either tell him he's weird or ignore him.]

Ok. Thanks, Brooke.

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