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[Grubby and cobwebby, Nathan is slouched on his bed, smoking a joint. He's definitely not feeling his usual self, looking a bit more withdrawn than he would normally.]

So, I think I died last night. Either that, or someone slipped me some really bad acid. [He stops and groans there, squeezing his eyes shut and dragging a hand down his face.] I don't know. I'm kind of fuzzy on the details.

On the plus side, immortal. So, I don't have to worry about that zombie shit the rest of you lot have going. Down side... actually, I don't think there is a down side to dying, in this case. I mean, it's that or I got raped by some big, beefy bloke while having the worst trip of my life. [Pauses, looking mildly disgusted as he pictures that.] Yeah... let's not go there.

[He waves a dismissive hand at the camera.]

Anyway, I have this letter... bill... thing. Just so you know, I didn't buy anything, so you can forget about me paying it. Thanks.

[He takes one last, long drag off the joint, then pushes himself forward to stub the end out and turn off the camera.]

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Are you sure it's just skunk? I know it screws with your memory but not that badly.

[Because it's truuuuuue.]

I don't know, but I wouldn't call it immortal. How about just "mortal"?

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Hey, I think I might've noticed if there was something else in it. I wasn't even smoking it last night, anyway.

[Lies. He will deny that forever. :|]

I'm not mortal! You're mortal. I get to live forever.

Only up until you die. Which already happened, remember?

[But in case he doesn't...]

Do you have any idea what might have happened?

Yeah, but then I come back.

[If she could see him, he'd be giving her a look like she's an idiot. He may just be doing that, anyway.]

Some big bastard decided to murder me! That's what happened.

Everybody comes back here, Nathan. It just takes a day or two.

[Well, except for Claire, Angela thinks. Not that she knows for sure if Claire can die in the City sense of things. She doesn't even want to ask.

By the way, the look is mutual, kid.]

I meant how. Who, too.

I know that! But I'd come back, anyway. I don't need to keep being reminded about how unoriginal this city makes out my power is.

I'm not exactly clear on that bit. I really did have quite a lot to drink.

Sorry.

[Somehow, Angela can tell that's a sore spot.]

Which explains why you're not sure if you died or not.

I think I did. I'm pretty sure I did.

Just because I don't remember it, doesn't mean it didn't happen.

How do you even know?

I remember coming back.

It's not like waking up from a nap, or anything.

{Now she's morbidly curious.]

How does it feel? Do you just wake up with a gasp like on TV?

It doesn't feel like I'm just waking up with a gasp. But, yes, probably.

[He pauses to think about it. It's not something he's really explained before.]

I think it's sort of like drowning backwards. You know... you come up. And there's air. And all of a sudden you're not being sucked under.

[Another pause.] Not that I've ever drowned before, but...

Neither have I, but I think I can figure out the feeling.

How many times have you died? In the general sense of the word.

Twice before now. This'd be the third.

What happened?

First time I fell off the roof of the community centre, got impaled by a fence. Then I got shoved onto a pipe someone conveniently left sticking out of the wall by a shape shifter.

Don't have clue what happened to me this time. Although I still don't think I'd recommend it.

Well, sure there are worse ways to go, but I wouldn't want to end things that way either.

So, how would you choose to end it?

Because, you know, I'm thinking I've got all the time in the world. There's an onslaught of ways I haven't died yet and I may as well put my power to good use.

I try not to think about that most of the time. But as far as I know, I'd like to go out with a bang in my sleep, after some fantastic sex, a great meal with great wine, after I've done everything I've possibly could have done. And I'll preferably be about 95.

Ohhhhhhhh. Jesus. No.

Don't have sex when you're 95. There's way too much wrong with that.

There's nothing wrong with it. I don't plan on giving sex up until I'm actually dead.

Then I hope you die a very early death!

No offence, but think of all the people you're traumatising doing that until you're 90!

You mean all the other 90 year old people? Right. I'm sure they'll be very upset they're doing the same thing as me.

Oh, yeah, 'cause you're really going to want to be going after all the other 90 year olds.

No. You're going to be going after young, innocent, easily impressionable men like myself. And then they'll have to carry that trauma for the rest of their lives.

Really? And here I thought you were already too young for me...

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