Moon Child:
She reread them several times, then sat thinking for a long time. Finally she got up and went to go through Jim's study to see if there were any hints in there. She looked for the others on her way, to invite them to help her hunt, but upon not seeing any of the others, she frowned and went to the study to hunt anyway.
"Hello? Anybody here?"
The Professor's study looks much the same as Moon Child remembers, everything exactly as he left it. His dark hardwood desk neat, his computer on the left as he preferred it. Pictures of himself,
Moon Child and
Ben sitting on the right. Painted coffee mug he'd picked up from a dig in Vancouver, Canada beside the computer. His favourite high backed chair, covered in smooth burgundy leather, was a few feet from the desk, as if the Professor had just gotten up and pushed it there, to return at any minute.
Bookshelves lay behind the desk and to the left, filled with volumes of all kinds, along with various knick knacks, bookends, and statues that James had gathered over the years; all slowly gathering dust from lack of use. The walls above, between, and opposite the bookshelves are nearly invisible behind the array of pictures, exotic ornaments, wood carvings, weapons, shields, certificates, framed articles, and masks hung like portraits of beloved family members. In fact there are numerous masks upon the walls and over the mantle, but none resembles the raven mask attributed to Tecumseh.
He was always an organized man, even when overwhelmed by material, he always kept his study neat, having frequently complained that a messy workplace was far too distracting. And so all is quiet, and ordered, perhaps a tad cluttered, but neat. All the memories of a man who had seen and experienced life, and clearly loved it well.
And all is just as silent as it has been since he'd left. Not a soul answered
Moon Child, except the cat curling around her ankles.
Alex however, comes up behind her, his footfalls echoing down the hall as he follows her.
"WOW, what an interesting room..." he says, peeking over her shoulder.