Library, Saturday, August 7

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Henry never went back to his apartment Saturday night; the couch in his office was a perfectly decent place to sleep.

And, when he looked out the window and saw some of the things across the landscape, he was pretty sure he'd made the right choice. There were pterodactyls out there.

After making what he suspected would be the first of many pots of coffee, Henry set up the research tables with the books that seemed like they'd been most useful the day before, then settled down with some of the back library files about old invasions open in front of him. He wasn't sure if it'd teach him anything new, but it was something to do.

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Re: Talk to Henry [8/07]

[sith_happened]

"I hope there's something left here for them to come back to," Anakin said. "It's not like we can leave."

Re: Talk to Henry [8/07]

[one-who-goes.livejournal.com]

"Not willingly, anyhow," Henry said. "You think that could happen? Whole island just gets gobbled up by this -- whatever it is?"

Re: Talk to Henry [8/07]

[sith_happened]

"I've been doing circuits over the last few days. There's less island to cover," Anakin said, "and more things that don't belong here along with us."

Re: Talk to Henry [8/07]

[one-who-goes.livejournal.com]

Henry looked grim. He knew when he was supposed to die, and he held that date in his mind as a totem for a moment.

It just didn't seem terribly relevant. Even if he himself had another few years to go, the island and the people on it couldn't just be waved away.

"That's why we're doing what we're doing here," he said, finally. "I guess."

Re: Talk to Henry [8/07]

[sith_happened]

Anakin nodded. "They'll figure it out," he said. "I married one of the Fandom researchers. Rory'd kick my ass if I don't go home."