3rd Floor Common Room, Wednesday Afternoon
Anders had spent most of the last 36 hours researching every possibility he could think of to get to LA and try to save Kathy, and kept coming up empty. There were no portals, no magic, no nothing he could see working. And with the island off floating in space, it wasn't even as though taking the cauhseway to the mainland and trying to hitchhike across the continent was an option.
His mind was too exhausted to spend any more time turning over those possibilities, so he went to the common room and turned on the television. It was on the cooking channel; chefs were competing to make a main course using hard-boiled eggs, mango chutney, lobster and something green. His stomach growled at the spectacle, and he abstractly wondered how long it had been since he ate properly.
He'd fix that. Eventually.
[OOC: Open CR, open post. Anders' last open post on the island until July, not that he knows that yet.]
His mind was too exhausted to spend any more time turning over those possibilities, so he went to the common room and turned on the television. It was on the cooking channel; chefs were competing to make a main course using hard-boiled eggs, mango chutney, lobster and something green. His stomach growled at the spectacle, and he abstractly wondered how long it had been since he ate properly.
He'd fix that. Eventually.
[OOC: Open CR, open post. Anders' last open post on the island until July, not that he knows that yet.]