2nd report filed } video/action to the Sanctuary.

[willnotwilliam]

[ The video flickers to show a boy - wide eyed, brows reaching to his forehead in clear confusion, uncertainty, discomfort - as he squeezes through his door, into the large hallways of the Sanctuary (as recognizable to some). ]

Dad? [ He's calling out, the feed giving a light shake as he holds the phone, clutches it in his hands. A few beats of

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[martyrtoscience]

Action

[Why is the alarm interrupting his symphony? Why is there a child in the hallway?]

...How did you get in here?

[willnotwilliam]

[ He spins on his heals towards the sudden voice - fast enough to waver in his balance, before taking a few steps back. ] Ugh...

I'm not a thief - [ It's blurted out like a reflex. Breathepause.

He points a finger in the direction of where he came, to the bedroom. Will's bedroom, typically. ] I woke up here. I swear.

[martyrtoscience]

You woke up in Freud's room? Abby will be so disappointed. There were no warning signs...

[willnotwilliam]

What - ?

[ Freud...was some writer, wasn't he? He saw a book on him on his mom's bookshelf once. ] I didn't mean to!

[ Wait hold on. ] Who're you? Do you live here?

[martyrtoscience]

Nikola Tesla.

[Ignoring those other questions for now.]

Who are you?

[willnotwilliam]

[ He considers not telling the man his real name - don't talk to strangers, that sort of thing - but it was a bit too late for that, and he knew his name so.

A child's logic. ] That sounds like a girl's name.

[ A pause. ] Will. Will Zimmerman.

[martyrtoscience]

It's not.

[...Oh, wonderful.]

Fantastic. Now you'll be even more annoying.