The servant was getting pretty damn curious over the manipulation of time in Landel's--it was apparent to him, at least, that there were smaller, more odd instances underneath the sweeping affects of whatever power had the general population at bay. For example, the fact that he saw his roommate Alec Trevelyan during dayshifts, but they never seemed to be in their shared cell at the same time.

Strange.

But at least he'd eaten his fill, and felt reasonably okay about travelling to the female cellblock on his own again--he doubted he could pull the same string of stunts he had last night, but at least he had enough energy to do something. Although honestly, he had a nasty suspicion he'd be spending most of it using the eye to check on other people, rather than physically defend himself.

Checking in with Ojou did seem to be his best bet. She'd made it through the bus debacle completely unscathed and (characteristically) unruffled, but that didn't offer any real reassurance.

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