Room 410, Sunday afternoon

[not_called_icky]

Ichabod was waiting, restless and unable to concentrate on anything that would make the time pass quicker. He had stopped by Barry's warehouse and seen Celia and the others on the monitors. A horrible nightmarish place, what he had seen of Rapture would haunt him, and he imagined it would be far worse for Celia, as she had actually been there. He couldn't criticize her for helping a friend like Eleanor (and Eleanor herself would have his deepest sympathies, coming from such a place), and in fact he was proud of her bravery and loyalty, but waiting for her to return was not something he would want to do again in a long time.

[expecting one]