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Gabrielle hadn't received word from home this week. Ordinarily that was little cause for concern; not even her Greece, strange as it was, could send correspondence with anything like the (more or less) reliable speed of the current era. This week, though, it had her fretting. Were her parents all right? Was Lila? Helen, wherever she was now? Salmoneus, Autolycus, Hower and Minya, Flora, Pandora, Joxer, her Amazons, Homer and the boys at the Academy, Hercules and Iolaus?

And Xena . . .

That was the one that really twisted her stomach with worry, even though she remained mostly convinced that no matter what this thing was, Xena could handle it. The what-ifs were just persistent enough that Gabrielle couldn't help imagining a world without the Warrior Princess in it.

Her life without Xena in it.

That was . . . unthinkable.

On one level, she was aware of how many people she'd met and learned to care about throughout the past several years of her travels. It wasn't until moments like now, though, that she realized just how many people there were, and the thought had her in a pensive but agitated mood.

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You go with that blind faith, Gabrielle. ROCK THAT BLIND FAITH.

"Blast," Wesley said, eloquently. "It's just -- well." He looked out on the rest of the library, its many shelves stretching for he didn't even know how long ~~because what the hell do I know about meters~~ in the distance. "I've read everything I can on multiversal decay, and there's nothing useful to be found. If what we're looking for is coming from a particular universe, rather than the entire thing, if that's even possible -- there's simply too much material to go through. Even if everyone on the island were to look, it'd still be all but impossible."

She would. She so would. There was even an episode called that.

"And that's before we even think about Special Collections," Gabrielle added ruefully. "But everything has to start somewhere."

"That's true," Wesley conceded tiredly, rolling one cart over a nearby shelf and starting to reshelve the books. "Even Ender's, er, less than enthusiastic brother was... well, I wouldn't say helpful, but..."

~~WES. COME ON. DON'T JUST GO AGAINST YOUR PLAYER'S CRUSH LIKE THAT.~~

"He had something to contribute?" You could always count on Gabrielle to spin things for the positive. "Every different point of view we can get has got to be helpful somehow."

"Exactly."

Even the snotty ones.

"Really, I'm just glad that those who might not ordinarily be inclined to research are taking the time now," Wesley added. "Even if they're... out of their element here."

Gabrielle huffed a laugh. "It's an improvement over going out and trying to hit something when we don't even know what it is."

Somewhere in another dimension's Sunnydale, Kennedy felt the sudden urge to glare, and no idea why.

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