Lloyd got the last word, but at least he had calmed down shortly thereafter, which was enough for Kratos. In the meantime: "Do you know anyone who might be able to decipher them?" he asked Castiel as he fished around for the pen he usually carried on him - not for writing, ironically, but for self-defense. As for paper, well, they were surrounded by a decent-sized quantity of it; Kratos ended up selecting the backside of a journal cover page and began scribbling down the coordinates in the most legible handwriting he could manage. "I'm afraid I'm no master of cartography."

It also occurred to him that perhaps they ought to record the coordinates of all other planets and "altverses" - the word, heard only once yet apparently firmly imprinted, had floated up from his memory - to disseminate to the other patients. The problem was the sheer volume of information. Although there were not nearly as many patients left as there were listed worlds, it seemed that Landel kept the information regardless of whether a person was still in the institute or not, which meant that there were likely to be many redundant entries. That was the price to pay, though: no one had bothered to label anything as relevant or not, and even if names had been attached, Kratos did not know everyone within the institute, as few as they now numbered.

"It might also be useful to write down the coordinates for the rest of the entries here," he said, gesturing to the screen, "in case anyone else is interested. Although, I could do with some assistance."