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33 Apocolypse Ave, Wednesday evening

Keeping in mind what she'd been told at the library, Isabel kept a wary eye out on the way back to Ronan's house.

She didn't notice anyone suspicious and maybe she was just being paranoid, but it seemed like the streets were a little emptier then normal.

Relieved to finally be back in familiar surroundings, Isabel poked around the kitchen and tried to figure out what to make for dinner.

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Parker was out of sorts, frowning, and in need of company; so she figured stopping by Ronan's was in order before she went back to the hotel.

"Hey. So. Special Collections is still as weird as ever." Parker's nose twitched. "Did you cook?"

"There's pasta on the stove. Grab yourself a plate."

Isabel took a seat at the table and waited for Parker. "Did you find anything?"

"No," Parker said somewhat gloomily, grabbing a plate. "Unless you count huge party beasts who wanted us to mosh with them."

"It could have been worse, they could have wanted to eat you." It was Special Collections. It was totally a possibility.

"True. As it was, it was like Burning Man. Only with natural fur." Parker served herself a plate full, and then opened the fridge to get a drink. "Also, there's a Wyndham-Pryce here who's just as uptight as the last one, if you remember that guy. Step on one priceless antique...."

"I don't remember the last one, but this one was giving Lindsey a hard time the other day," Isabel said. "He looks like he needs to be rumpled."

"Or get laid," Parker theorized, digging into her food. "Unlikely as that seems to my memory of him... Anyway. Anything new around here? Aside the screaming chaos above us."

"Yeah, possibly," Isabel said carefully. "There's a possibility the bad guys have landed on island and people are disappearing here."

Parker choked on her pasta, coughed, then took a sip of water. "They what?!"

"One of the girls in the library was by the Perk earlier today. It was deserted. No customers, no employees," she explained. "Which is not right. You know that. Then the creepy people came in."

Parker put down her fork, and frowned. "I don't think they ever close, or have no one there... okay, creepy in what way?"

"Bad feeling kind of way. Plus they were fascinated by her primitive writing." Yeah, it wasn't much to go on, but it seemed to fit the situation.

Parker sat back, frown deepening. "Fascinated in that it wasn't done with a light-pen, or fascinated by the whole concept?" she asked, dubious.

"I think fascinated in that it wasn't high-tech or evolved maybe?" Isabel shrugged. "I don't know for sure. But I'm thinking some sort of higher intelligence maybe?"

"Or just plain alien. No offense to any tabasco-and-chocolate-loving entities in our midst," Parker said, digging into her food again, thinking. "When did these creepy people get here? We've been basically cut off since Saturday."

"I don't know, radio hasn't said anything." But the squirrels weren't all knowing and stuff did slip by. "Tomorrow morning's broadcast should be interesting."

"That's one word for it," Parker muttered, shaking her head. "If there's actual people we can grab for information, that's a step forward, though. Although if they don't understand the questions, it may only be a half a step."

"At least knowing there's something helps. Maybe. I don't know," she sighed. "I just feel like we're running out of time."

Stabbing at the pasta with her fork, Parker grumbled, "We'll find something." Her tone was getting more desperate. "We have to."

"I know. Because I don't like our odds if we don't." Isabel was feeling the tiniest bit of defeat herself.

"We're not done yet. If we've got names, and we've got people, and we've got Special Collections... there will be progress. Somehow." Parker closed her eyes, still eating. "But I need to sleep before I go back and do that."

"Why don't you crash here again?" Isabel offered. "If there's weirdness about, no need for you to risk it."

"Why not." Parker ate a couple more bites, her vision blurring with tiredness. "I miss Zero." Jarod too, but today had been a day to be reminded of Zero more.