Indy's residence, Fairfield, New York 1938

[henry_jones_jr]

[January 21st, 1938 @ 10:16 am EST]

With the taste of (her) blueberry muffins and coffee still thick in his mouth, Indy strides into his own living room for the second time this week. He strolls around, peremptorily checking things out and re-familiarizing himself with his home... from home. Miss Jennings, the housekeeper, seems to have been

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[dr_marcus_brody]

Marcus is seated at his desk, half-attentively scribbling his authorization onto a ream of invoices. The sudden loud jangle of the phone causes him to start. It always does.

He waits a respectible number of rings, then lifts the receiver.

"Doctor Marcus Brody."

[dr_marcus_brody]

"Yes, yes. Of course. It's just... such a priceless artifact. To have had your hands on it, and then—"

[henry_jones_jr]

"I know."

[dr_marcus_brody]

"But. Yes. It's a good thing, Indy."

"Well done."

[henry_jones_jr]

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[dr_marcus_brody]

"Indy? Are you still there?"

[henry_jones_jr]

"Yep."

[dr_marcus_brody]

"Alright. So... wait. This all happened yesterday. How on Earth did you get back so fast?"

[henry_jones_jr]

"Ah. Well, I kinda came via Milliways. Been there for a week or so. Recuperating."

[dr_marcus_brody]

"Oh. I thought you couldn't..."

"Indy. This magical bar. It's becoming a rather large part of your life."

[henry_jones_jr]

"Uh. It's okay, Marcus. Time hardly moves while I'm there. And I've got a reliable way to move back and forth now. You'll never know I'm gone."

[dr_marcus_brody]

"Confound it all, Indy. That's not the point."

[henry_jones_jr]

"What is the point then, Marcus?"

[dr_marcus_brody]

"I'm... not really sure."

[henry_jones_jr]

"Heh."

"Look. I was stuck there for nearly a year. I made some very good friends. I'm not just gonna up and leave them."

[dr_marcus_brody]

"I... I suppose that makes sense."