Productivity (Open)
Peter Bishop looked tired, which was probably an understatement considering the amount of sleep he was getting, but he was also staying up longer in order to look over various notes and research he had found of his fathers on sharing consciousness. If he was going to be stuck in an alternate dimension, he was at least going to try and be productive about it. He might not be able to figure out where Olivia was or who took her from this end, but he could at least try to figure out what was happening inside her mind for when they got back and did find her.
He sat in the cafe with various papers surrounding him with mathematical formulas and observational notes and some anecdotes that didn't seem to make any sense to the subject at hand. There was a cup of coffee beside him. It was his fourth one.
He sat in the cafe with various papers surrounding him with mathematical formulas and observational notes and some anecdotes that didn't seem to make any sense to the subject at hand. There was a cup of coffee beside him. It was his fourth one.