Lucy looked around him, only to catch the flash of grey disappearing behind the corner. Desmond whipped around at the sound of a chair crashing to the ground. She watched hopelessly as the historian made his way out of the room. The petite, black haired woman couldn’t tear herself away from her masterpiece, even if it meant only doing so for a few minutes. “Shaun! Where are you going?” Rebecca shouted, caught in between her work and the option of following Shaun. He shouldn’t have been so foolishly hopeful.
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