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He's dreaming again.

He's dreaming again, with the kind of breathtaking sense of clarity that accompanies the dreams that mean something, that mean something important. The funny thing is -- he can't see. It's all rooms with white veils like cobwebs and shadowy figures that he can never quite see or reach, and when he wakes up he has to catch his breath, and remind himself that he's not alone, he's not isolated, that he can head down to the station any time he wants, that he can go to Milliways.

He's had the dream three times this week.

The dead are walking in Twin Peaks.

Cooper isn't sure what the hell is going on.

***

Harry sits him down and tells him that Audrey Horne has found her way into Milliways.

Cooper tells Harry that he'll talk to her.

***

He doesn't have to.

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He goes to the bar to have a cup of coffee. Coffee is good. Coffee

(coffee that stays coffee)

smells good, it's a symbol of everything true and right and pure, it keeps the long arm of the law healthy and active. It cures what ails you.

Cooper takes a sip, and another. He's got a hand resting on the Bar, and the other hand holding his cup of coffee.

A moment later, he puts the cup down and goes down the (thank god) well-lit corridor to the men's restroom, moving steadily, calmly, as though nothing is wrong.




He notes absently in the stall a lot of Chinese, but he doesn't read it, because he's throwing up.


Ten minutes later the sound of a faucet turning on, and the paper towel dispenser fulfilling its function.

And then, eyes a little reddened, Cooper leaves the restroom and heads, head down, back into the main bar and up the stairs.



His cup of coffee is still resting on the barstool where he left it.