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( The girl who appears on the feed might be easy to recognise as the girl who helped Jill splatter paint across the temples, or the girl who made sure people left the bar before Shadow blew it up.

But she isn't here to talk about either of those. In fact, it doesn't seem like an issue at all. )

Hey.

( She clears her throat, looks down for a moment. )

My name's, uh, Dylan. I just got here. ( Which is probably obvious. ) Not that I'm here to talk about that.

Has anyone met somebody called Richard Blake? I've got video of him- ( The way her voice cuts off is an obvious tell that it's footage she can't get to that easily. ) - um. If anyone has a charger.

( She's clinging to this bit of hope. This one bit that says he's here. It'd be too convenient, but she wants to believe. )

If you know anything, tell me.

( She's desperate. )

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your daddy's not here

( She's heard so many variations on that - your dad's not coming back, he's gone, etc - that it doesn't hurt as much as it should.

It just makes her more determined. )

Yeah? And how do you know? Have you met everyone here?

[You sweet summer child.]

pretty much

check your phone. look at the names on the network. if he's not there, he's not here

( Dog. Bone. Etc. )

Well what if he doesn't use it?

( He probably wouldn't. )

it doesn't matter. the gods set you up on the network when you get here, whether you use it or not

[It's actually kind of sad how Dylan is so... blind about this. So hopeful.]

You're sure?

( She's got to hope. No one else does. Everyone else just thinks he left. That he just decided his family was too much or something.

She won't give up that easily. There's more to it than that. You don't spend over twenty years raising daughters and just waltz off on a whim. )

yes

[In some ways, it sucks, because you can't hope someone's here who isn't. In other ways, it's great, because you know for sure they're gone.]

don't shoot the messenger. i'm just telling you the truth. get used to it

( She's angry at a lot of people, especially back home. But right now-

No.

She's just tired. Always asking the same questions and getting no answers. Looking at footage to have it lead to a message that doesn't help at all.

It's exhausting, and the energy she had when getting here, the reinvigorated hope, has started to fade out.

Another dead end. )

Got it.

Guess that's a good thing, right? I mean, if he's not here, he's back home, isn't he?

[Unlike for the rest of this conversation, Emily pauses to think before she answers. Is it good that Dylan's dad is home? Is it good that Matt is, when Emily knows he could die on the mountain, knows there are timelines where he does die?

At least I told him I love him. It's a small comfort, but she'll take it. And even so, it doesn't answer her own question.

So since she doesn't know... is the gentle lie better, or the harsh truth?]

it's always better to be somewhere familiar. you know what you're dealing with, you know what to do to survive

[...that non-answer is the best she's got.]

( That's true.

She wants to find him. Has to find him, if for nothing else but her own peace of mind, her own answers. But here isn't that place. And for now, she can only guess that he's still at home. Somewhere. Missing for who knows what reason.

So now, her goal has to become getting back. Somehow getting back.

Another mystery to solve. )

You're right. Thanks. It's good to know how this place works.

I am sorry, miss, I'm afraid he might not be here.

( She knows this. After some of the things people have said about this place she almost hopes that's the case, but this is the best lead she's had since she started looking for him. Please don't let it be a dead end. She's desperate. )

He's got to be somewhere. He wouldn't just leave, okay?

( Dylan you're having an entirely different conversation there. )

Leave? [His expression turns sad.]

Was he here before?

( She shakes her head, but stops abruptly, as if realising something. She doesn't know if he was. Maybe he was. Maybe he left and now she's here as some sort of sick cosmic joke, unable to help him find his way back to her, to London, to his family. )

I don't know. Maybe. He could have been here before I turned up, right?

( Is this better or worse than where she was before she arrived here? Dylan doesn't know. Is this really a lead or just something to distract her from what seemed to be the truth left in that note-

I love you, Dylan.

Maybe he just doesn't want to be found. Maybe she was wrong about it all. )

[He feels an ache in his heart, frown deepening]

He could have. I'm afraid I haven't come across anyone of that name in the time that I've been here. But I will do whatever I can to help.

[Though Rosen is fully aware that, given the circumstance, that may not be very much at all. If the Door hasn't picked someone, it hasn't picked them. And if it has sent them back? Well that is equally uncontrollable]

I'm sorry. I'm a father myself [He offers the fact quietly. He never talks about it.] My daughter isn't here either.

( So we have a daughter without a father and a father without a daughter. It's almost poetic in its awfulness.

Maybe she is wrong. No one's seen him, by the sounds of things. And even if you hide, you'd have to come out eventually, right? To get food or something.

Unless he's using a fake name, but why would he do that? Blake is a pretty meaningless name here, it seems. )

Yeah? ( She can feel the roughness to her voice that comes with trying to hold back tears. Frick. This is useless, isn't it? She's just trying to find someone who doesn't want to be found. ) She, uh, she's back home?

[He nods, trying not to add to her already apparent upset with his own]

Yes. Yes she is.

[A pause]

Would it make you feel any better if we did a search? [Rosen honestly doesn't think they'd find anything but if it would be any comfort he's willing to go]

Maybe a walk to see if we can find any information?

( She's had enough time to message Emily, to finally accept what she's been told there that she shakes her head. )

No. Um. Turns out if he's not on the network, he's not here.

( It sucks, but she's at a dead end here, as well. She'll just have to find a way back home. Or maybe he'll turn up. Who knows. This has introduced too many possibilities. )

So, um, what's your daughter like?

I'm sorry.

[Its a sad realization to have, that someone simply isn't there, and Rosen wishes this girl didn't have to have it at all. But there's nothing he can do to change that.

But maybe he can at least help to make the transition a little less painful.]

Well, um, [There is the ever expected clenching in his chest as he thinks about what to say. He wonders distantly if there will ever be a day when thinking about his family doesn't hurt so much. But he continues, managing to keep his voice calm and steady] She is a good bit older than you, almost thirty now. She's an artist. An amazing one.

['And that has nothing to do with you, Lee' a voice in his head hisses]

Edited (Accidentally cut off the first line when i was editing) 2017-03-29 20:02 (UTC)

( It's not the first time. It just hurts to have another door closed. Just like the note in the watch, which was nothing more than a sweet sentiment from father to daughter, not the clue that would unlock everything.

Just they key that closed the door to it all.

It means goodbye. Maybe her mother was right. )

Really? ( She smiles in a way that's fond and nostalgic. ) My dad, um, he's really creative, too. He's a writer.

( Ever since he disappeared, the condo's been a lot cleaner. No clippings of news articles for research, not as many books open on tables. London and mum aren't home enough to mess it up, too busy at the hospital.

It's sterile. Weird. Uncomfortable. )

hey dylan! any luck? /:

Not yet.

I'm going to find him. He's just. Not here.

( Maybe he's back home. She'll find him when she gets back. )

he could still come here though. people show up every month!

( That's a possibility, but wouldn't he already be here? Unless he disappeared somewhere home and then turned up here. Maybe that could happen. )

So we just wait?

( She'd rather find a way to find him. Get out of here and try again. The watch was a dead end, but maybe there's a way to track the woman in the ugly coat. )

yeah... sorry, i know that sucks ):

No.

I mean, it's not really any different than what I was doing before this place.

it isn't? what do you mean?

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