Kim's in her room. She may have left for a moment to get something to eat but no one saw her in the bar and too much is still both familiar and not familiar at all.
"Anything is possible here. I mean, the Jack that I remember, and know from the Bar is good. He's prone to violence, but only for the good of the country. But I could be wrong. I don't know. Your memories and mine aren't matching up right now. And I just can't make sense of any of it."
Chloe stops. I shouldn't be lying to her. This isn't right. "Kim, none of that happened to me. None of that happened to you. At least, not where you come from. None of that is real. It looked, felt even smelled real, but it wasn't."
Chloe sets her jaw.
"I can show you what is real. I have pictures. Of you, Chase, Angela. Your dad, Andrew, me, all of them."
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"Kim, none of that happened to me. None of that happened to you. At least, not where you come from. None of that is real. It looked, felt even smelled real, but it wasn't."
Chloe sets her jaw.
"I can show you what is real. I have pictures. Of you, Chase, Angela. Your dad, Andrew, me, all of them."