"Have you been to see Mark, yet?" His own journal goes back a year, but its pages are just as likely to contain snippy comments about residents he doesn't even know anymore, personal anecdotes, and things like Lexington. If his past self had known he'd return, he likes to think he wouldn't have left it to Mark at all. "He stores a lot of notes about things they've found, you could get a better idea of what you're dealing with."

Like the specimen room: Bodhi, of all people, had an original sketch of the place hanging on his fucking bedroom wall. He hardly slept in the room, but Kira wouldn't either if that's how he'd decorated it. But as they walked north along the wall, he knew to pass several smaller and wider gaps by the shape sketched in his journal.

"I think it's this one." Another mile up, closer than he expected to find it. But the crack is just wide enough to slide into, head ducked for hanging ice, and under the blue sheet the point of it trails off to the left. "Before they found the room, there were some aggressive insects in here, and I don't know that the cold will change that." No mention of them since, but he still lines up at the entrance to go in first. "How did you want to use the equipment in here?"