More departures, then. The mystery deepened. New patients were rare, but there didn't seem to be any more pattern to them than there had before, and the same was true of the departures. Was this the activities in Farwell having an effect? Was Landel concerned about his defenses being overwhelmed? It seemed unlikely; he hadn't had any trouble stopping them before. The rebels, on the other hand, were new.

She hadn't known Edgar well, but Ryuuzaki had seemed as fond of him as he seemed of anyone else; not much, but no man was an island, and he had to feel something. She said nothing, though; there was nothing she could say that wasn't an idle platitude.

There was no reason to wait whatsoever, with the radios, but she didn't need to point that out beyond a quick shake of her head. The second question had a better answer, and she tucked her radio under her arm as she rifled through her pocket. She handed over one of the mysterious notes, and then a page of more straightforward notes and a crude map and turned to walk away even as she began to speak.

"Last night. Nothing of the sort tonight, but this came from someone I knew." She wasn't entirely sure who it was; she had her suspicions, but this was one case she would prefer to be proved wrong. The handwriting looked too familiar, though, and she thought it unlikely.

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