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<blockquote data-quote="The Crimster" data-source="post: 231226" data-attributes="member: 2511">Julia turns to Kelly.&nbsp; &quot;Yes, what was it that Alan had you working on?&nbsp; Did he say? What type of information did he give you?&quot;Kelly, for the most part - it was raw data from several long range telescopes scattered across the globe.&nbsp; Most of the information is pretty dull - the movement of certain stars, the magnetic resonance of certain comets, etc.&nbsp; It pretty much felt like Alan was having you come up with one big Astrology chart or something.Just as Kelly is about to answer, the weary looking Kristof comes into the living room with a stack of papers in his hand.&nbsp; He sets them down on the table and smoothes them out carefully.&nbsp; Randy, that action vaguely reminds you of something.&nbsp; Someone else smoothed out paper like that, too...&quot;These... notes.&nbsp; All these notes.&quot;&nbsp; Kristof looks around at each of you.&nbsp; &quot;These notes are what Alan wrote after his dreams.&nbsp; Most of the good stuff must have gone into his journal.&quot;&nbsp; Kristof pulls the top one off of the stack and begins to read it.&nbsp; &quot;'Mid-January.&nbsp; 1994.&nbsp; Earthquake.&nbsp; West coast.&nbsp; Maybe Los Angeles?&nbsp; Must remember to take off time during that month.&nbsp; Tell friends.'&quot;Kristoff sets that piece down and begins to scan through the notes, looking for something specific.&nbsp; He pulls it out from a small notebook.&nbsp; &quot;Ah! Here it is.&nbsp; I thought I saw your name on it, Kelly.&quot;&nbsp; He looks up at Kelly with a smile on his face.&nbsp; He then takes off his glasses and wipes them with his shirt.&nbsp; Perhaps the same old Professor Faulken after all.&quot;October 3rd, 1999.&nbsp; Addendum to journal.&quot; Kristof reads.&nbsp; &quot;Project going well.&nbsp; I have a student working on the number crunching (Kelly Zhang - must remember to get her something for all that she's done, and will do).&nbsp; She has no idea as to what it means - what the *numbers* mean.&nbsp; I can only hope that she finishes in time to make them worthwhile.&nbsp; My dreams are getting less and less real as I get closer to what's going to happen...&nbsp; I can't believe that he would try and undo what has been done.&nbsp; I must one day pay for my crimes, for all that has transpired since that day.&nbsp; Too much guilt for one man, but I know that... Hmmm.&nbsp; All back to the same philosophical bent.&nbsp; What is guilt - when you have killed God himself?&quot;Kristof sets down the paper as if it has suddenly become fragile.&nbsp; His glasses slide forward on his nose but he doesn't seem to notice.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="The Crimster, post: 231226, member: 2511"] Julia turns to Kelly. "Yes, what was it that Alan had you working on? Did he say? What type of information did he give you?" [i]Kelly, for the most part - it was raw data from several long range telescopes scattered across the globe. Most of the information is pretty dull - the movement of certain stars, the magnetic resonance of certain comets, etc. It pretty much felt like Alan was having you come up with one big Astrology chart or something.[/i] Just as Kelly is about to answer, the weary looking Kristof comes into the living room with a stack of papers in his hand. He sets them down on the table and smoothes them out carefully. [i]Randy, that action vaguely reminds you of something. Someone else smoothed out paper like that, too...[/i] "These... notes. All these notes." Kristof looks around at each of you. "These notes are what Alan wrote after his dreams. Most of the good stuff must have gone into his journal." Kristof pulls the top one off of the stack and begins to read it. "'Mid-January. 1994. Earthquake. West coast. Maybe Los Angeles? Must remember to take off time during that month. Tell friends.'" Kristoff sets that piece down and begins to scan through the notes, looking for something specific. He pulls it out from a small notebook. "Ah! Here it is. I thought I saw your name on it, Kelly." He looks up at Kelly with a smile on his face. He then takes off his glasses and wipes them with his shirt. Perhaps the same old Professor Faulken after all. "October 3rd, 1999. Addendum to journal." Kristof reads. "Project going well. I have a student working on the number crunching (Kelly Zhang - must remember to get her something for all that she's done, and will do). She has no idea as to what it means - what the *numbers* mean. I can only hope that she finishes in time to make them worthwhile. My dreams are getting less and less real as I get closer to what's going to happen... I can't believe that he would try and undo what has been done. I must one day pay for my crimes, for all that has transpired since that day. Too much guilt for one man, but I know that... Hmmm. All back to the same philosophical bent. What is guilt - when you have killed God himself?" Kristof sets down the paper as if it has suddenly become fragile. His glasses slide forward on his nose but he doesn't seem to notice. [/QUOTE]

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