Who: Brian OT Shy When: March 31, mid afternoon Where: Brian's room, but really over the net. What: Brian is searching for information on his father, and gets interrupted.
Brian had been searching for what felt like years. Well, actually, it was years. So perhaps the feeling was right on. And while he'd been on the island long enough to have begun to get a feel for the routines, he hadn't been here long enough to figure out some things.
Like, why the hell was he having so much trouble accessing this fucking database? He was supposed to be able to find information on his father. He wanted to spit even thinking the word, but it was the best word for it. Well, sperm donor might be more accurate. Father. How was he a father if he'd never even met him?
Fischer had promised him that he'd be able to double check this fucking database for name and address information. Check bio to see if one of them could be the man he sought. Fischer had seemed to understand the need that drove Brian.