"There was a note of notebooks left in the Moment."

She nods. "Hopefully the cryptic bullshit was just Twelve..."

"What, not given to bouts of cryptivity yourself?"

" - I usually either just give people information or don't. Not these hints and clues... Unless I guess I thought something was interceptable?"

"We do have tall and crazy to worry about. Although she doesn't appear to know French and you've got at least some, so why not leave the notes in French?"

"I don't know. I know Twelve didn't trust Three? There might've been more backstabbing going on elsewhere. But anything I could figure out Three probably could, or any of us could."

"And here is one of the many problems of time loops."

"Hiding information from some versions of myself but not all does, in fact, sound like a nightmare. I'm not clear on why Twelve wouldn't trust Three, though? In my experience people tend to assume even hypothetical versions of themselves have noble intentions."

Bina shrugs.

Then stops walking.

Quietly: "I haven't been doing this a day. I've. Already had a bunch of memories changed. In the dreams. Three was looping for at least a year. I... Don't know how much can be changed."

She's scared and anxious and wants to run, so she starts trudging forwards again. Stupid mud. "Whatever. I'm sure she left more notes around somewhere..."

Jenn watches her quietly for a moment. Then figures, screw it, Bina needs the distraction, and scoops the small girl up.

She flails and just barely doesn't shriek.

Jenn adapts around the flailing and keeps a fairly firm hold - although if Bina really wants to escape, she'll put her back down.

Bina seems very insistent about this 'being self sufficient' thing, and will eventually flail herself free.

(She does seem thoroughly distracted though - she's more pouty than depressed.)

Jenn'll take what she can get.

They do eventually come upon an intact duplicate of the garage Jenn got the wiring from, then other - less intact - duplicates of buildings they've seen elsewhere.

Like temporal shadows.

"...Spooky," Jenn murmurs, after confirming it is the same garage. "I think we were right about this place being duplicates of itself."

She nods. "With the factory dream, the other me was talking about temporal shadows - or how there shouldn't be any from moving the factory." But of course a Bina was the one to screw up.

Jenn thinks about that, looks around. "It does make landmarks a little less... stable, than I would like."

"Yeah. I think there's only one courtyard, though."

"That makes... a weird amount of sense actually."

Nod. "Ugh. I kind of hate the - way? This stuff makes sense? It's convenient."

"...Yeah. It is. Worryingly convenient."

"It should either make sense in a conventional science way or not make sense in a Lovecraftian way, it's - like it's running on story logic."

Jenn hums. "I feel like there should be a way we can turn that to our advantage. But I'm unsure enough of what rules we're playing by as is."

"Yeah. Or if they're even stable."