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Ordinarily Ray would have gone home last night. He's taken on quite a few projects lately and they've really given him a burning desire to hash out their implications with Egon. The only thing is, Ray knows his own track record. If he goes out that door now, even just to ask questions, the fact that he has an obligation to someone of Milliways will send him to the wrong universe entirely. Oh, he's allowed to go to pick up Eddie's email- he's done that once- but he doesn't dare try more. Not now. Not with all that's going on.
This would not ordinarily mean very much, except that Ray's head was a little too spinny with dimensional physics and the ectoplanar interface problems and the ionization rate conunundrum across the interplanar barrier to let him sleep. He tried to let the maelstrom spin itself out, but one single phrase crystallized at its center while he stared at the ceiling:
Hello, little ant.
Not much of a phrase, really- but it was enough to make him step back and have a look at everything else he'd been thinking about.
He didn't sleep at ALL last night, so you'll excuse him if he looks a bit knackered now.
This would not ordinarily mean very much, except that Ray's head was a little too spinny with dimensional physics and the ectoplanar interface problems and the ionization rate conunundrum across the interplanar barrier to let him sleep. He tried to let the maelstrom spin itself out, but one single phrase crystallized at its center while he stared at the ceiling:
Hello, little ant.
Not much of a phrase, really- but it was enough to make him step back and have a look at everything else he'd been thinking about.
He didn't sleep at ALL last night, so you'll excuse him if he looks a bit knackered now.