[Author's Note: Ethiopia pictures (cw nasty scarring on one of them); Dallol pictures.]
And so with one thing and another, the investigators meet up in an office to prepare to leave New York.
Oswald was not here the last time a teammate mysteriously failed to show up but it sure is a pattern.
"Does anybody know who the last person to talk to Zoe was? I think she was going to work on reading one of the books?"
"I haven't been keeping up with her," he says, and suddenly feels bad about how little total attention he's paid to the rest of the group.
"I saw her a couple days ago I think? Last I heard was, yeah, she was going to work on reading one of the books."
"Yeah, I think we'd better. Should we split up? Two people going to check and two people staying here, in case she shows up and wonders where the rest of us are?"
As they are getting prepared to leave, Zoe trudges in looking VERY cold and tired.
Zoe is not appropriately dressed for the weather and shakes her head because her teeth are chattering a lot.
Zoe gratefully swaddles herself in Frank's coat and blows on her hands a lot.
"What happened?" Oswald asks and only afterward registers is probably tactless considering her state.
"I -- I'm not sure. I was... I don't remember. I was here... I think I had been going to read one of the books? And then I was in the dark, in the cold. It was a clear night and there were so many stars. I was in some park? In Pennsylvania? Thank god they were doing construction there or I probably would have never found my way back. The workers there saw me and took me to the train station. And then I came here."
Zoe pauses to think. "I don't think so? I think I came in the morning, after breakfast... Maybe the guards know?"
The guards report that Zoe was here in the morning and then left in a hurry that afternoon.
He looks at the others who actually did the reading. "Did you have some -- schedule -- or divide the books up between you in some way--"
Now that Zoe is warming up again she is VERY sleepy. She curls up in a chair.