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As the three crossed fields, Claire and Timon keeping an eye out for anyone else, Aella continued to read her mother’s diary.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n ‘2nd<\/sup> day of the sleeping sun, division year.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n It started snowing last night diary, when I headed to the library this morning I had to wade through snow a foot deep!<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n I think it’s halted most of the construction but some teams are still building, the will of the Koob citizens is very impressive, they should be really proud of what they are doing here.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n However its not all good news diary, after speaking to the receptionist again I was told I could wait on the researchers floor for them to arrive, so I took my first trip ever in an ‘elevator’ and its an experience I don’t think I’ll get used to, you stand in a glass box which shoots up all the way to near the top of the library and spins around the building as it does it. I was never so scared in my whole life.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n Anyway, I didn’t have to wait to long until the ‘Irfan team’ showed up, it was really just the three researchers, Mr Irfan and his wife and another man called Brook. Apparently their expedition had taken them to the very source of the white event itself and they had collected a load of artefacts to study. The place they went to sounded wonderful and awful at the same time. But they were very excited about it, and it was kind of infectious.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n I listened to all their stories and theories about what had triggered the event, and there was some philosophical discussion on whether it had some purpose, it was a good hour or so before I remembered why I came, when I showed my bracelet the team was almost overjoyed with excitement. They had heard of banded people with extraordinary abilities and had theorised it too, but I was the first they had ever seen…<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n which is understandable, by their reckoning there were at most 26 of us at any given time, and it had something to do with how the bracelet itself had 26 glass beads embedded in it.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n Anyway, I’ve offered to help out with the research in exchange for demonstrating my abilities and trying to explain them as best I can, Mr and Mrs Irfan agreed even though Brook was initially against it. He had concerns I wasn’t ‘properly trained’ though I’m smart enough to know that’s his way of calling me stupid. But anyway, I’ll study as hard as I can so his criticism will be unfounded… that’s what I came here to do anyway after all.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n \n Anyway, when we finished the day at the library I came back to Terry’s and we had hot drinks and talked. 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