[center][img] http://fontmeme.com/freefonts/img.php?f=34370&s=25&t=Henri%20Jean%20Mystere&c=99CC99[/img][/center] Henri continued observing even when he had a bit of water and ate half a protein bar. With his free hand he scribbled in his note book everything he was seeing. He wasn't actually sure who would ever read his notes but as a good scientist he knew that wasn't the point. Some in his profession seemed to believe themselves writers first and scientists second; hell he knew more than a few had publicists. He had a good chuckle thinking about Darwin's publicist urging the man to do Letterman or some other ridiculous talk show. ~Charlie, Charlie it's me your biggest fan; How you gonna get your next grant if they forget who you are?~ Of course at the time he'd do a hundred talk shows if it meant things would flip back to normal. [center][i]" Ah passion douce qui dérive dans la vapeur vêtement et murmure le désir le plus profane. Revenez à moi cœur, mon âme perdue faute de vous me brûler dans les flammes de joie , enchaîner moi dans tes yeux Hélas , je suis comme le soir gris de la vie et vous un rêve de mon passé Je jette maintenant sur ​​la côte rocheuse frappé par des tempêtes de folie perdu sans toi Comment dois-je survivre à savoir de ne plus jamais boire le vin dans votre voix a été trouvé Je vais durer dans la vie , il est encore de l'espoir , il y a encore des rêves"[/i][/center] whispers Henri his hand scribbling yet another poem in a book meant for science It is an odd habit that often amused his peers which was passed down from father to son which he explained as a safety valve to loneliness. Henri knew a great deal about isolation and it's emotional effects. How a man or woman with no one to share their emotions with could become a pressure cooker that eventually exploded. He used poetry to expel his pent up passions whether they were anger or longing and endured. ~How much more lonely could one man be than here and now~ he mused as he watched the pack that had attacked the men in the truck disburse