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The end of the world? [Jun. 4th, 2004|11:30 pm]


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"Here, and here again..." He looks up, "Kathryn, what are today's measurements on the glacial shift?"

[User Picture]From: rachel2205
2004-06-07 02:30 pm (UTC)
Kathryn blinked at him.
"Thomas, are you feeling ok?" she asked, watching him as he ran the ruler along the atlas, a glass of iced water in one hand.
"Busy, of course," he said. "Don't you see, things are in flux..."

Kathryn was worried about him. He'd been spending too long with his books, she thought. He seemed to think he was always in the lab.
"Why don't you sit down and I'll make you a cuppa?" she offered. He shrugged her hand away.
"Lots to do," he said, and headed out of the front door. "The world can't wait..."
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[User Picture]From: veeb
2004-06-08 09:44 am (UTC)
Thomas headed out from the lab and into the carpark. It was a hot and sunny day and as he unlocked his car door he fumbled for his sunglasses in his tweed jacket pocket. He'd left the top down of his Audi TT and realised the black leather seats were going to be cooking in this heat.

Dropping into his seat he dumped his papers and laptop on the passenger seat, and adjusted his mirror. Still dazzled by the light, he pulled down the sun-visor and was surprised to see an envelope drop out onto his lap.

Scrawled on the front were the words "Here, and here again"...
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[User Picture]From: shepline
2004-06-08 01:04 pm (UTC)
For a few moments that seem like an age, he sits, half in the car, door wide open, staring at the envelope. No. He doesn't recognise the handwriting and how...? He glances up at the sun visor.

He tears back the gummed flap of the mannilla envelope and slips his fingers in, pulling out two slips of paper. He unfolds each of them, and looks betwen them: a graph ripped from an old science book, and a clipping from a recent newspaper article. The graph is augmented in a sketchy hand, and a paragraph is crudely circled in the newspaper article.

His face twitches with inquisitiveness. He stares at the two sheets of paper, working out the evidence, piecing together the clues ... of course. He slams the paper back into the envelope, grabs the laptop and jumps from the car, slinging shut the door.

He makes for the lab again, across the car park. Of course. Why hadn't he realised before? He's been so stupid...

He stops for a moment, hand poised at the door to the lab. He glances down at the now-creased envelope in his hand. But who...?
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[User Picture]From: veeb
2004-06-11 10:19 am (UTC)
...well who indeed. There was no time to wonder when there was work to be done. The messenger would reveal themselves in time.

Rushing up the stairs to his workshop, Thomas burst in through the doors, startling Kathryn who was deep in the filing cabinet.

"Thomas, what are you doing back here so soon? What on earth is the matter?"

"Kathryn, you won't believe what I've just found..."
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