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[This is quite distressing. For Murphy, that is. He pretty much spent the last hour turning his entire living quarters upside-down (considering that there isn't much there to start with, he did a lot of flipping things over, checking under the bed, et cetera), but no dice in his favor.

[Well, he did manage to unearth some things. Like a half-eaten nutrition bar from the kitchen that he'd forgotten about last week, and had now somehow found its way stuck to the sheets of his bed. He also managed to locate a piece of foil, a plastic cup, and some old soap. So, yes. His room was in such a charming state of disarray.

[In spite of all of this, one thing remains missing. He beats himself up over the prospect that, maybe, there's a slim chance that he had taken it out at some point during one of his many outings and, God forbid, actually left it somewhere.]

"...So, I might have, ah, misplaced somethin' of mine recently." [He tries not to sound too earnest about it. Wouldn't want to make it seem like it's actually IMPORTANT or anything.] "It's... This... is gonna sound stupid, but it's a journal. Black, leather-bound. Got some stuff in it..."

["Please don't read it," he wants to say. But that's just about as subtle as dropping a goddamned grand piano on someone's head, isn't it?]

"I'd really like it back, if you find it. Thanks."

[What troubles him isn't just the fact that something of his has gone missing -- but that journal contains some... almost incriminating personal material on him. All of the police reports, parole papers, news articles, memorandums, and taunting bits of evidence riddled throughout his hellish gander down Memory Lane that led right into Silent Hill... Those things? Are all in that journal he's trying to desperately track down. And all it took was for a curious snoop to sneak into his room or snatch from his pocket (as he normally keeps his most important belongings on his person).

[More importantly, though? That journal also has photos. Of his son. Things from his old life. Also things that he would very much like to have back.

["God, just... stupid, stupid, STUPID..." Murphy is chastising himself to the point of hanging up abruptly. Of all things to get fucking careless about...]

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I doubt it. [ It's a pretty widespread idea, keeping a journal. ] Well... maybe it fell out somewhere. Where've you been, today? I'll take a look around.

So far? Just the kitchen, and... I'm already tryin' to backtrack through there. [Also hoping that no stray pages have fallen out. He's had quite a few informative notes and images in that damn thing as well.]

Alright. [ Hopefully it is just lying around, and someone didn't swipe it. ] Hopefully, it'll show up before too long.

[Murphy sure as hell hopes no one's swiped it -- but at this rate, anything's possible.]

Hopefully... yeah... [Until then, he's just going to be paranoid as fuck knowing that his personal information is floating around somewhere out there, for just about anyone to pick up and find.]

Mind if I ask you a hypothetical question?

[Because hypothetical questions are always hypothetical. Always.]

[ Oh, of course. They're totally hypothetical always always. Sam raises a brow on his end, though Murphy can't see it. ]

Uh-- yeah, sure. Go ahead.

[Oh good, so Sam isn't one of those anti-hypothetical activists. Just making sure, you know.]

Well, I guess it isn't so much as hypothetical, so much as... Uh, if someone on board has a-- ["criminal"] --history from their world, d'you think the things they did would ever carry over, if they were found out?

[Like if anyone was ever learned that they were talking to an escaped convict with a life sentence after wrongly brutalizing/killing a corrections officer...? Yeahhh.

[Admittedly, there's only one person that Murphy would worry about, and it's that lawyer guy. Which is another reason for concern.]

Uh-- [ Hypothetical, right. He pauses before answering. ]

... By carry over, d'you mean that there might be some kind of punishment for them here, if it ever got out? [ There's another lapse, briefly. ] I don't think so. Not unless they did the same thing again, and it threatened the people on board.

[ Sam furrows his brow, musing over this for another moment. ]

I think this is more of a fresh start, if you can see it that way. And if you can change things for yourself.

[Come to think of it, Murphy's definition of "hypothetical" might be a bit rusty.]

Right. Guess it wouldn't make sense if it did. Not really goin' by Earth-standard laws on here, are we...? [Or any laws, now that he thinks about it. Just rules and regulations and whatnot.

[Fresh start, though. That seems more feasible way out in the middle of... wherever the fuck they are now, than it ever did back home. Sad to think that, after everything that's happened during the short period that Murphy has been here. How it's almost considered a step up from the alternative that he had been headed towards.]

Well, it's better than nothin'. Thanks. [He pauses.] For the input.

[Or peace of mind.]

No, not really. [ There are enough people that don't seem to be from their earth, so... laws like that would be hard to maintain. He thinks so, anyway. ]

Yeah, no problem. It's weird, when you start thinking about things like that-- hypothetically, that is. Still, with all of the different people here, from all those places... yeah, sorting out a few rules and stuff is about all we can do.

That's... [He sighs.] Honestly, I'm not really sure how to feel about that.

I mean, someone's died here already. Suppose it happens again, and it isn't an accident? How the hell are people gonna handle somethin' like that in a place like this?

[Murphy wants to stop himself, so he does. He's tried hard not to think about it too much, but seeing as to where Murphy's own sense of justice has landed him, he can't help but worry. Because... fuck.]

Well... that's a good point. But, we've got the security team, and there are more than enough law and order-type guys hanging around. So... I dunno, it's hard to say. I think it'd be tough, but, eventually, they'd figure out some orderly way of handling everything.

[ Or, so he hopes. Last thing they need is a murderer who can roam freely because everything is disorganized and chaotic. ]

Yeah, the security team... [Such brimming confidence and hope in this one.] Wonder how long it's gonna last before some of 'em start abusing that power.

[And then Murphy immediately wishes he hadn't said that out loud. In the communicator. In a way that it can be overheard. Someone really has to learn to keep his damn mouth shut.]

I think they're good guys. But, I'll keep an eye on the rest of the team, if it'll make you feel better.

[ Sam grins. Don't worry, he's on the team, but he knows all about people abusing power. Back home, the police and feds are good for... pretty much nothing. Except trouble. ]

...Sure.

[WELL SHIT. But Sam seems like good people, and not all badge-types are bad, Murphy knows this much. He's just had rough luck with people in power; tends to make one skittish around them sometimes.]

[ Sam is good people, Murp. Don't you worry. ]

And, like I said, I'll keep an eye out for the journal. Good luck with your own search.

Thanks. Think I'm gonna need it...

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