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Elias woke up at his desk. Wait. Elias woke up. Not Jonah. Did that mean he was free? That he was in control again? To test this, Elias lifted his hand- and it lifted. It had been, what, twenty years since he was in control? Wow. Holy shit. This was... well, it was interesting. His first thought was to tell the Archive employees, obviously. They had the worst out of all the jobs, and Jon especially needed to be warned of Jonah's plans. But, what if they didn't believe him? Would they laugh at him, or hurt him in some way? No, Elias couldn't risk that. For now, he would... bide his time.
Day after day after excruciatingly boring day. None of his old buddies were in town, and that included his dealer. So no weed. Damn. At one point, Elias had to talk to Jon about fucking stalking Tim. After Jon accused Elias of killing Gertrude, which he technically had, things got incredibly tense.
Jon looked up from his papers to see Elias fucking Bouchard standing awkwardly in his doorway. "So, uh. Do you still think I killed Gertrude?" The question was so abrupt, Jon paused to make sure he'd heard correctly. "Um. Yes! Also, is that eyeliner? And since when do you smoke? What is your problem, Elias?" Bouchard smirked, fidgeting with the collar of his shirt. "You are observant, Archivist! Well done!" He turned and left. Jon sat there for a moment, puzzled. Was that a flirt? He thought. Is he trying to flirt with me? Ew.
Shortly after leaving the Archives, Elias leaned against the wall and put his head in his hands. Was that spooky enough? Did I do that right? I haven't done enough spooky shit lately. He'll figure it out if I don't get my act together. OH NO, WHAT IF HE THOUGHT I WAS FLIRTING? I'M LIKE FIFTEEN YEARS OLDER THAN HIM! I've really gotta get this stalking thing solved. Maybe talk to the assistants? Whatever. For now, I have to find some weed before I get hooked on tobacco. Unless I already am? That would suck. Oh god, he knows. They all know. What will they do to me? Are they going to kill me? Shit shit shit shit SHIT.