Room 322, Thursday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

Anders was ... tired, mostly. Just tired. He halfway wanted to rewind time two months and make different choices so he wouldn't have to care so much about what Kathy was doing.

He couldn't rewind time, but he could pretend nothing was wrong. Which was why the afternoon found him at his desk, scrawling away at the latest revisions to what was rapidly becoming a book-length treatise on mage rights. That was more important than anything happening in Los Angeles, anyhow.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post!]

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[not_every_mage]

Anders had to blink hard at that to make sure he wouldn't cry. Kathy did need a friend, and he wasn't sure he was being a very good one to her since the zombies came.

"Oh, sweetheart," he said, looking right back into those huge blue eyes. "I don't know either. Usually you could drop it in the mail but the mail in her world might not be working very well right now. And I don't want your friend to get lost."