You wouldn't believe the Christmas I had. Seriously. I don't even want to go into it, but if I want your help again, and something tells me that I'm going to need it soon, then I suppose I owe you at least this much...
Flynn threw his toys out of the pram totally on this one. You know I said he'd got that plane booked? Well nothing materialised before the weekend so off he dragged me, practically kicking and screaming back to America. "It's only a stone, Darcy. Don't get so attached to it. We lose stuff all the time."
Well you might, Mr Librarian, but I'll have you know that I don't!
...except that, well...
Flynn kicked up a proper fuss when we got back. I mean like the volcano erupting kind. There was lots of shouting, and a sort of tension-thick-as-treacle afternoon. At the end of which, I got informed that my probationary assignment hadn't been successful. Oh, yeah, they fired me.
Hence the rather rubbish holiday.
But I've decided. I'm not letting this stop here. No way. They can fire me if they like, but I can't stand thinking that my one and only assignment in the world's most freakishly amazing job ended in complete and utter failure. So I'm not giving up. Give me a little time to save up some money and I'm back to England. I've been tracking the weather patterns across the world and doing some research on this lapis tempestas. I reckon I can find it, given enough time, intelligence (that's where you come in!) and luck.
So. Who's in?
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