Lloyd grimaced, eying the computer screen with another wash of dismay. The list was long. So long that Kratos hadn't been able to see all of the names without clicking buttons to take the screen to the next page. He wanted to groan again, would have protested if this had been homework, but if these were the numbers they needed to get back to their worlds, how could he justify skipping any of them? Everyone who'd been trapped here deserved the same chance to get back to their world, and who knew if anyone else would make it this far?

"I have a pencil," he said, fishing it out of his tool belt. "I brought it in case I needed to write something down for my map. I only have one, though." Which meant two things to write with between the three of them. One of them would have to sit by and wait while the other two copied what they could. "Castiel, maybe you could keep looking through the books..." He scowled doubtfully. What they'd found so far had been as useless as it was enraging. His hands clenched at the idea of having to read through more of them.

No, he knew which task he'd prefer. Following Kratos's lead, he pulled a piece of paper free from a different book, then tugged a chair over next to his father's. "You take the top half, I'll take the bottom," he offered. Then determinedly he set the work.