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Orla walked into the control room and found Lorcan still hunched over the computer. He had worked for the equivalent of thirty hours straight. They didn’t use the same time reference here, so Orla had to use the computer translator for even the simplest of tasks, such as checking how long it had been since Lorcan had set foot outside that control room.
His fingers worked tirelessly on the keyboard as Orla opened the door to his office. He was so caught up in what he was doing that he didn’t hear her approach and ask, “Find anything yet?”
He was startled, but he didn’t let on. It was bad that he’d already lost his attention to details around him in this dimension. He’d need all of his old skills back for this assignment, and if he was this rusty, it wasn’t a good sign. “I think so. I’m
