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"You okay?" Sam frowns, eyeing Ethan. "Did you have a stroke or something?"

"No!" Ethan shakes it off. He had just had a rush of memory hit him, which was sort of concerning in its own right. "I was just..." he pauses, thinking, "No, Eddie and I didn't talk."

"Hm," Sam chews on her salad, "You know him and my Aunt got two kids now? That's crazy to me..." she shakes her head, "I feel so old..."

Ethan rolls his eyes. "You're twenty."

"Almost twenty-one," she shrugs, "I can feel the end coming already."

Chuckling, Ethan shakes his head. "I think you've got a few good years in you yet..."

Sam smiles, "So..." she gives Ethan a hard look, "Ready to get back to work?"