six feet tall and bulletproof

Raylan doesn't say anything.

But he does appear to be some measure of self-satisfied as he lifts his coffee.

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Bill keeps studying Raylan, that twitch at the corner of Raylan's mouth a little too close to smug for Bill to call it anything else.

It's then something clicks, the piece missing from that niggling memory.

"Say, where's your hat, marshal?"

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"Your guess is as good as mine," he says. "I don't even remember losing it out there."

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"That's a damn shame. It was a nice hat."

Well here's a situation that's hard for Bill to wrap his head around. He thought it was difficult before, when he learned that Kate had met his younger self, but now it seems as if Raylan, a man he met in the future, actually had something to do with influencing Bill in the past.

It's a headache waiting to happen, so Bill decides the best thing is to leave it alone.

Fucking Milliways.

Frowning at the thought, Bill gets up from his chair again. Heading for the sink, he pours his coffee out.

"Hell. Even after everything I've seen an' been put through in the bar, I never thought somethin' like this could happen."

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Raylan pushes out a breath that's half a dust-dry chuckle.

"In the relatively short time I've been in and out of there, that place has shot my expectations to hell and then some."

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"Yeah, there's never really any gettin' used to it. That place is always pullin' somethin' new."

Is, not was, because Bill's gotta keep on hoping that this is just another thing that Milliways will be bouncing back from.

Pouring a glass of milk out for himself from the fridge to try and settle the burn in his belly, Bill glances at the backdoor again.

"Y'hungry? Kate'll be back soon a probably be askin'."

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"I'm all right for now," he says, "but thank you."

He feels like he's been dragged backward through a baler; coffee is about all he can stomach, for the moment.

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"Alright. I'm gonna go see 'bout gettin' cleaned up some. Got some clothes you can borrow if you want 'em, I reckon they ought to fit. Kate said she was gonna try washin' yours but-- "

Blood stains, and god knows what else Raylan was covered in when he got tossed through the door.

"Let me just catch a shave an' you can have the bathroom an' shower."

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"You're an officer and a gentleman, Bill," Raylan says, deadpan.

He's looking forward to a date with soap and hot water.

Bill exits the kitchen, and Raylan finishes his coffee.

After he rinses his mug, he heads back to the bedroom. If his sidearm made the trip through the Front Door, it has to be —

Well.

Raylan blinks, standing just across the threshold.

He's right back where he started.

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Bill walks in a short time later, dressed in clean jeans and a button down, and drying his face with a hand towel.

"It's all yours, marshal."

Noticing the empty kitchen, Bill turns his head to look around.

"Raylan?"

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Not even a full minute later, Kate returns, flushed and winded.

"Hey, sheriff," she says, placing this week's freshly delivered newspaper on the counter.

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He checks living room, the bedroom's and even the closet, but doesn't find Raylan or a door back to the bar.

Returning to the kitchen as Kate arrives, he glances past Kate towards the door she's just closed.

"Raylan outside?"

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She swallows a mouthful of water, and returns the half-empty bottle to the counter.

"Didn't see him," she says, with a small shake of her head. "He's probably sleeping in."

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Bill runs a hand through his hair and shakes his head.

"No, he was up. I left him right here an' he disappeared."

What the hell is going on?

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"Maybe he went back to bed," she says, lowering her voice on the chance that's the case. "He has to be feeling pretty rough, sweetheart."

The rest of the house is silent and still; she's sure Raylan decided to take advantage of some more sleep.

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"Kate I'm tellin' you he's gone."

But where did he go?

"I was in the back gettin' changed an' cleaned up, an' now he ain't here."

An idea hits, and he looks at her.

"What'd you do with his boots an' stuff?"

Surely Raylan wouldn't have gone anywhere without at least his footwear and gun.

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Concern creases her brow.

"I put everything in the spare bedroom."

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Bill turns and heads back down the hallway to the spare bedroom, spotting the boots immediately.

"Hell."

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Hearing Bill's curse, she frowns.

"Well, it's not like he just — "

She pauses near the threshold, and glances down the hallway.

"You think maybe the bar picked him back up?"

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"The door might've grabbed him." Bill nods.

Bill worries, though, whether or not the door actually took Raylan back to Milliways, or if it dumped him somewhere else.

Or the state of the bar if Raylan gets there.

"I'll keep tryin', see if I can't get back there."

He looks at Kate in the doorway.

"Just be careful goin' through doorways for awhile. Don't know what all is goin' on right now." And he doesn't want Kate to get picked up into the unknown.

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The line deepens between her brows.

"Did he say anything else about what happened?"

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"Just that it was a mess, an' he doesn't know exactly what happened or the cause."

He won't share everything Raylan said, but Bill can't hold in a frown.

"There was an evacuation. He didn't know who all got out, or what happened to the people who stayed."

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Fear snakes around her intestines, quiet and icy and deep.

"An evacuation."

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"There was an earthquake, an' he said magic was going haywire."

Stepping closer, he puts a hand on her arm.

"But there were people helpin' out, an' you an I both know there are plenty of folks there who can handle plenty. Milliways also has a knack for bouncin' back from anything."

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