The Journal of the Time-Lost Joshua Donovan

Things have been unsettled in the Warehouse for the past day or so. Artifacts have been sparking more often, and almost every occupied aisle has a static ball buzz by at least once.

Joshua got David's letter, and is coming back to the Warehouse to see if there's anything he can grab that might help Helena be herself more often than not.

He steps out of the door and sighs. This is not a good week.

It's one of those days, where everything in the Warehouse is going pretty well.

People are around, doing inventory, prepping reports, and above everything, there's a cheerful static ball or two zipping down the aisles.

Joshua's in his lab, fussing with this and that, not really making any progress, but amusing himself in the process.

"Hey, Joshua? You've got mail."

Leena's voice cut through Joshua's midday perusal of case files.

"Come on in, Leena." Once she got in, Joshua waved at the table next to his desk. "Dump the mail over there. I'll get to it at some point." Nodding, Leena dropped the mail on the table, and chatted with him for a while.

After Leena left, he went back to the case files he was reading. Lunchtime came and went, and so did a couple hours of science, some inventory to break up the day, and finally, around six, he remembered the mail.

A couple people wanted to give him a credit card (why would he want another credit card considering he currently had one with no limit?), someone wanting him to change his cable service (which he was pretty sure he never had in the first place.)

As he was about to open the last letter, which he was pretty damn sure was yet another bit of junk mail, his phone rang. Absentmindedly, he answered.

"Yeah?"

"Is this Dr. Joshua Donovan?"

"Depends on who you are, but yeah, this is Joshua."

"I'm calling from the Nobel Media Foundation in Stockholm where it was just announced that you won the Nobel Prize in Physics."

"I what the fuck now? You have to be kidding me."

"Not at all, Dr. Donovan. Did you not know you were a candidate?"

"Uh. No. I might have lost that memo in a move I made not long ago. Shit, I just googled myself and it's true. Er."

"Can I ask you a couple questions about your work in antimatter?"

"Uhm... sure."

Ten minutes later, as he hung up the phone and stared at the wall of his lab, he had no clue what to do.

Joshua pulled into Featherhead about an hour later than expected, running up the stairs, and into a room occupied by two other people.

"Sorry I'm late, guys. Got out of Minneapolis late, and everything spiralled from there."

Looking back, Joshua realizes as he pulls into the B&B, he should have realized that he could have just gone through the bar for this move instead of travelling for the better part of a day. Hindsight is 20/20, though, and he's finally here now.

He leaves pretty much everything in the car, locks it (force of habit) and goes upstairs. Faced with a hallway of doors, he prays to whomever is listening that he remembers which door leads to which room. He doesn't really like the thought of waking up next to Pete, or worse, his sister.

Counting down the hall, he opens a door, and to his vast relief, walks into Helena's room.