Over the past few weeks, Pascal has been obsessively reading, noting, compiling. His teaching sessions with Fuchsia brought on some curiosity about organ transplants. From there, he stumbled into some disturbing reports which have kept him awake at night, disturbed his sleep and eating habits.
For the past fortnight, Pascal has been reading everything there is to read about a virus called Solanum, about what could be an apocalypse in his world's future.
He's now out in the common room, obsessively calculating death tolls, making notes, looking at the door compulsively, as if he expected something to rise from the grave. His mind is disturbed - both by the scientific possibilities and the humanity he's been reading about, in all its depravity, cowardice, madness, courage and glory. He could use some company, and if at all possible, of the alive variety.
He also has a lot of questions about the geopolitics of this future he's read about. Pascal has been fighting a migraine for quite some time, now.
He tries not to give in to paranoia, but it's nonetheless quite possible that he even has a crowbar handy. Yes, really. Feel free to ask him why.
[OOC: This set of books I love really fits with the good doctor's interest in humanity and science, and he needs to get out more, so. Anyone's welcome, friend, colleague, stranger, etc. Title is a quote from R.E.M.'s
It's The End Of The World As We Know It, predictably.]