"What..," Marcus began, trying to verbalize a coherent thought and coming up short. Blue and Lex moved past him toward the lobby, and Marcus threw back another drink before he followed suit. Lex sat on one side of Blue, and Marcus sat on the other. She flipped to the first page and Marcus peered over her shoulder.<br/><br/>The entries were exceptionally short, he noted immediately. He expected nothing less of a government entity. There was a date at the top. Calendar time had ceased to mean much to Marcus, but at his best guess he would say it was logged at eight or nine years ago. The message was brief: failed to make contact. Marcus frowned, looking to Blue for permission before plucking the book out of her lap. He would do it regardless of her permission, though, and flip to the next page.<br/><br/>And the next, and the next, and the next.<br/><br/>"What the hell," he muttered to himself, before giving up and flipping to the last page. It was much more recent than the others, and told of much more success. He noticed the date at the top of the page. He hadn't noticed it before, when he'd looked at the book originally. "That's the day the Realians turned. They made contact in the day that they turned."