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	"My wife's name." [i] The tattoo reads [b]Rachael.[/b][/i] "She died.. 15 years ago."
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	"Oh...... I'm sorry about that, I just woke up a few weeks ago, everything is so different."
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	[i] He smiles.[/i] "It's fine Astrid."
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	"So anything else that happened while I was in cryosleep?"
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	[i] He smiles.[/i] "I don't know. I've been...busy."
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	"Let me guess, your job with that PMC has kept you busy?"
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	"What PMC? The NWH?"
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	"Oh.... I'm a bit loopy, still having a hard time remembering everything."
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	"No, I've been in the military. Special Ops."
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	"Oh, good for you. You probably do great."
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	"I'm done with it. Figured I'd come back to New York with the kids." [i] He grins.[/i]
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	"You have kids? I bet they're great."
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	"Jonathan and Ashley. They're both 15. You'll have to come by and see them soon. They'd love you."
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	"I will, that makes another friend's kids I have to meet."
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	[i] He smiles.[/i] "I'll catch you later Astrid."
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	"See you." [b]Astrid smiles back and dissolves into the crowds[/b]
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