Out of the office for a change...

The Boss Lady (that'd be Wanda, by the way. She's the lucky PhD who gets me as her research assistant, hah!) has decreed that the rest of today will be spent organising the mountain of books Strange left behind before jetting off for parts unknown, the bastard. Least he could have done was stick around for the unpacking.

At least I get lunch out of it. *grins*

On the way to the airfield...

I've got the PDA with me so I should be able to keep in touch when there's a spare minute. Considering what we're heading into, I don't think there will be a lot of that.

I saw the news footage, what happened on the beach. Is there any word? How is he are they?