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"Hey Wesley," Ender greeted, coming over after some nosing around. "Have you found anything?"

"Nothing conclusive, I'm afraid," Wesley answered, glancing up from the latest book he'd been looking through. "And yourself?"

"Nothing yet, but I'm still getting started," Ender said. He took a glance at the work Wesley was going through at the moment. "Have you come up with some ideas yourself?"

"A few," he admitted, "but the more I read of them, the less certain I am that they're remotely on target." 'Cause they weren't, Wes. "There's quite a bit on demons and gods that can cause memory loss, that sort of thing, but very little on the disappearances that seem to go along with it."

Warren's dad, he was thinking of you.

Ender nodded thoughtfully. "And no demons that fixate on disappearances in particular?" he asked.

"Well, there's one," Wesley said, flipping back through the book. "A sorcerer. Reality-changer. But -- I'm not sure it quite fits; there'd be some sort of, of mystical trail or something..."

"Like what?" Ender inquired, tilting his head at the book.

Wesley turned the book around so Ender could see. "He'll -- alter realities and store the originals in mystical objects," he explained. "Orbs, urns, that sort of thing. But with something as enormous as this, the transfer would've caused a distinct shift in mystical energies in every affected dimension, and I haven't noticed anything of the sort."

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Tara, generous soul that she was, offered Wesley a Beiber bear before she said anything else.

"Hi," she said. "there was a giant box of these at the shop. Think it's connected?"

She was ... not entirely serious. though she did suspect Justin Bieber was a demon.

Wesley blinked at the bear as he accepted it. Well, then.

"Very possibly," he said mock-seriously. "We'll have to look into this."

"If you touch its paw it sings," Tara warned with a grimace. "I guess the shop thought w-we needed a little .... um, levity?"

Wesley, like a guy who was far too curious for his own good, touched its paw.

Big mistake. He winced and waited out the song, looking sheepish.

She had warned him.

"How many of these did you get?" he asked once the dreaded music was over.

"Shipping crate full," Tara reported. "I didn't poke around for the invoice to get an exact count. That would have meant touching a whole lot of them."

It was such a shame Tara didn't know Miley. That was probably the best chance she had at getting rid of these all in one go.

"That's reasonable," he granted, surveying the bear with faint disgust. "I mean, really. Good lord."

"I'll set them out at the next welcome picnic and hope the new freshmen take them," Tara said, running a hand over her hair. she could only stay so interested in the bears for so long, really. "So, is anything new since Wednesday?"

"Not terribly much in the way of research, I'm afraid," Wesley said, taking that as a cue to switch back to book-mode. "Have you found anything?"

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Karla walked into the library, crossed directly over to the desk and went to give Wesley a giant hug if he'd let her.

"Thank you," she murmured.

[SP is the name of the game!]

Wesley hugged her back, surprised to find that he actually needed it. "Of course," he murmured. "Is he all right? I mean -- of course he isn't -- but is he -- managing?"

[[SP is love!]]

Karla nodded, clinging tightly. "He's...not crying as much anymore. He's kind of lost, though."

And alternating between clinging to Karla and clinging to Thor.

"Sometimes he seems okay and then it hits him all over again." Which Karla remembered from when she'd lost her parents. The first few days were never easy. "I think he might be up for company tomorrow, though."

Wesley nodded, already planning to stop by.

"I'm sorry," he said urgently. "I didn't -- I shouldn't have -- I thought it'd be easier, not to have to call my father, but..."

Yeah, hadn't worked the way he'd hoped.

"It's not--I don't blame you, and I don't think he does, either," Karla said. She'd let go of Wesley eventually. Really.

...Maybe.

"At least you were there, with him. He wasn't alone. That would have been worse, that he'd find out and be all by himself. So thank you. For making sure he wasn't alone."

[Sorry for the delay. Super-death plague hit me.]

She could take her time. This hug was working wonders on him too.

"Of course," he said sincerely. "I just -- I didn't think. And -- the scotch -- that was... appropriate? I remembered -- after Katniss --"

Look, validation would be helpful in this situation. He wasn't exactly on firm footing here.

[[Oh no! D: D: D: Hope you're feeling better!]]

"I think it helped," Karla said. "Sometimes, it's easier when you can just go a little numb. It doesn't make it go away, but it makes those first few hours bearable. After that, you get a little distance, maybe things get easier to deal with--I don't think there was any more that you could have done, Wesley."

Unless he could have waved a hand and reversed what was happening. And she didn't doubt that if he could do it, he would have.

That was reassuring, and Wesley nodded. "Right," he said, making to extricate himself. "Right. Thank you. I didn't... that is to say, I'm not... I haven't much experience with this. Really, I was hoping to emulate you."

Well. That was mortifying.