It had to be a miracle. He'd gone the whole second half of the day without having to talk to a single soul, and while the alone time was good to gather his thoughts and just have a break, even Harvey had been experiencing some boredom by the time that the day ended.

Of course, that wasn't bound to last long, since the nights were never boring here, and he knew that he was heading back into the underbelly of this place to find out exactly how Landel wanted to try and almost kill them next.

Sangamon had made a good point via the bulletin board earlier today, which was that he might need to give up his voice tonight and should bring a notebook along in case he had to write things down. Not that he would necessarily have all the time in the world to sit around and scribble out messages, but it was still worth doing.

He went searching through his desk for his journal, something that he hardly ever used except to store his maps.