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Oct. 19th, 2012 05:34 pmIt's not exactly a well-known fact, much like just about everything that he and Tosh do in the basement of the shop, but they've been keeping track of the city's residents. Really, it's been Tosh, since she's the one who's good with computers, but from time to time, Owen checks in on the numbers. Mostly, he's concerned with how many of them there are: the ones who think they've lived in the city their entire lives.
Lately, however, it's been because people have started to go missing. If they were in Cardiff, this sort of thing would be easier to track, but Owen's noticed that Darrow works a lot like the island did: shifts in dimensions without much of an origin to speak of.
In short, it's fucking frustrating.
"Another one today," Owen says, and frowns, looking at his screen. And it's not even their own numbers he's looking at, it's a missing person's report.
Lately, however, it's been because people have started to go missing. If they were in Cardiff, this sort of thing would be easier to track, but Owen's noticed that Darrow works a lot like the island did: shifts in dimensions without much of an origin to speak of.
In short, it's fucking frustrating.
"Another one today," Owen says, and frowns, looking at his screen. And it's not even their own numbers he's looking at, it's a missing person's report.