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A - Mitchell Rd.

[When Holland wakes up that morning, he gives Canada a little bit of an extra hug, surprised she's not already awake and cooking breakfast like she usually did.  Then again, they hadn't had power in a few days and it was better to stay warm, stay together.  That's why they'd been sleeping in the kitchen together, with all the blankets and pillows they could find, and a fire going in the oven.  
The broadcast is what wakes him up.  Not to mention the surprise of having power, of not being freezing cold . . . he's worried.  When Canada gets up, he'll simply look at her warily. 

Eventually, the worry gets the best of him and he takes his rabbit to his room, locking the door to be by himself for awhile.  The idea of the drons of Canada and Hilda were too much for him.

The drones were still creepy, no doubt.]

B - Still in the house

[A little later, once Canada and Hilda were outside, Holland will sit down and start writing down the names of those who the broadcast mentions.  When he comes to certain ones - Lucas, The Captain, Romana, Germany, Australia. . . and of course Canada and Hilda.  It's hard to know if this is something the down is doing or if it's permanent. 
Maybe it's not even real.  He'll unlock the front door.  Feel free to visit.]</small>

C- Phone call 

I don't believe Mayfield.  I don't think anybody should.

[It's just too painful to think of Canada, Hilda, Lucas and everybody gone.]

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[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[He still won't reply right away.]

Nothing.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

I know it's not nothing. Please don't lie to me.

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[. . . Well. There was no sense beating around the bush.]

I know you're not real.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

... What's that supposed to mean?

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

You're not Canada.

[Frown.]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

I'm... [No, okay, that's derailed her for a moment, because wasn't that exactly what she'd agreed upon in her dream? Not being Canada in order to make everything better? But it was only supposed to be a dream.]

I'm sorry. But you're supposed to be happier now.

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[The dream. He knew right away that's what she was talking about; he'd had his own dream. This left him more suspicious than ever . . . but it didn't mean that this was Canada. She was still a drone, something Mayfield made.]

I want the real Canada back. I'll be happy then.

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

Right. O-of course. How silly of me.

[And now she can't look at him, because this hurts more than it was supposed to. Boss, you bastard, what a horrible time to start lying to her. She stares stubbornly at the floor, now, not saying anything else, but not letting cowardice get the better of her so that she'll leave. Not just yet.]

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[He'll sigh. Why would Canada have said yes. . . well, that was a silly question.

Why didn't he say yes. That's what he should be asking.]

[welljustwatchme.livejournal.com]

[She stares at the floor a little bit longer, then clears her throat.]

I- I'm going to get dressed and then I suppose I'll be outside if you need anything. [Pause.] I'm sorry.

[gezellighe.livejournal.com]

[He wasn't even going to reply. It wasn't her, why bother.]