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[This is not where Dewey is supposed to be. Perhaps that isn't surprising; Dewey doesn't always stay where he's supposed to be. He's also alone, which is equally unsurprising, because his family is not always the most attentive as his brothers can easily drive his parents to stress-borne distraction. What is unusual is the place in which he's found himself; a city, expansive and impressive, the fountain and carousel in the center, all the streets filled with people, many of whom look like they came right out of fiction.

For his part, Dewey isn't fazed by being here alone. He's fine, this place looks amazing, and he has a new toy that he's poking at which is way cooler than anything he has back home - plus, it seems like it's actually new, and not broken. When you're fourth in line, legitimately new things are unusual. The feed activates, and he smiles.]

Hi. I'm Dewey.

[He's banking on his adorableness to help him out a bit here, but he's not really playing it up.]

I think I just got here. I'm not totally sure, because I'm not sure where here is, but it's definitely not where I was.

[Because he was just on a dude ranch in New Mexico. But he gives a tiny, easy shrug.]

But that's okay. Can somebody tell me where I can get something to eat? I want pizza. Or, if you can order delivery on this, I'll be on the carousel.

Okay, bye.

[And true to his word, he's off to the carousel.]

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[ Clint takes the chance in leaving the kid where he is, grabbing his jacket, and heading out.

It must be a good twenty minutes later that he shows up at the carousel, a pizza box in hand as he scans for the kid in the crowd. ]

[The kid's had a little while to work the Network, and has in fact already secured some food - which by no means implies that he won't go for that pizza Clint has in tow.

By this point, he's had things explained to him a bit, and he's gone around on the carousel a few times. He's now sitting on a bench with his device in hand and debating whether he should head to the Welcome Center that's been recommended to him.]

[ Spotting him, Clint heads over, helps himself to the bench, but leaves a safe gap between them where he puts the box down. ]

Still hungry, kid?

[He glances up at the approaching stranger - and the approaching pizza - and a smile breaks onto his face when the box is placed next to him. It's a moment before he looks up and greets Clint with the smile.]

Actually, I am.

Thanks.

[ The lid's flipped open in an instant, the box put between them, and he gestures for him to help himself. ]

You got a name?

Yeah. It's Dewey.

[ And he does help himself to a slice, folding it but pausing before he actually eats it, glancing up at Clint. ]

What's yours?

Clint.

[ He makes no promises, but now he knows his name, he'll try to avoid calling him kid quite so much. ]

[ There are definitely worse things that Dewey has been called. Ah, the fate of being the youngest of four brothers. ]

Well. Nice to meet you, Clint.
[ It's nice to meet anyone who brings him food. It's nice to meet a lot of people today. He takes a bite of the slice before he talks again. ]

So this is really an alternate reality?

It's one way people describe it. [ He shrugs, not in any kind of a hurry, and takes his time in adding anything further. ]

Someone told me to think of it as a pocket outside of time and space. We're thrown in it together while everything we leave behind is on pause. And there's more than one world out there waiting on us to return.

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