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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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( 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. )

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