Don’t know where this goes yet. Late season five.
Welcome to the Library of Absolute Truth., the sign reads.
“Christ. Is that..”
“Yes, Lucy, that’s Comic Sans, move on.” His long hair breezes past his face as the wind moves through the opening doors.
“It’s just.. What year did you say this was?”
“12-Δ-67.”
“Twelve Delta Sixty-Seven?”
“Different reality, different calendar system, different planet, so many possible reasons.”
“Sure, sure. It’s… We’re in a different reality, and here I am, finding Comic Sans on the front door of a library. I like you and your Hallway, but I’m not sure this ain’t Hell!”
