Quicklog: Babs and Jim in the Clocktower
[Babs was quickly becoming used to having strange roommates on the fly. She guessed it wasn’t a bad thing and in truth, it could be worse. Having your now younger father show up in your home took a little getting used to but she managed well enough, she thought. She mostly left him alone. Between checking on everyone and getting her own check ups, she spent less time at the tower than she otherwise would have.
As she stepped through the door in the afternoon, her hands busy with a grocery bag, she looked around. Her place was spacious, to say the least and with several rooms, it wasn’t too surprising that she couldn’t see him. She bit back the reflexive ‘Dad’ and called out instead:] Jim? [The door closed with a slight nudge of her hip and her boots echoing as she made her way to the kitchen, shrugging off her coat and scarf as she walked.]