location: the atkinson dinghy in the debris field with: @reclusiveharry
Lily had woken up today with a certain dread resolve: today was the day. Today she would find Harry and... show her the journals. She would tell her the truth and see what happened. She couldn’t put it off any longer unless she wanted Sisco or something blabbing it in his good-natured, well-meaning way.
She didn’t know what Harry’s usual haunts were, but someone telling her they’d spotted her heading for the Bridge was, somehow, a surprise. Lily knew Harry was a survivalist, that she’d lived in the Labyrinth separate from the Castaways; now that her leg was healed was she going to go back inside?
Lily had to catch her before that happened.
She found Harry not at the Bridge, but close by in the debris field, standing at an overturned dinghy. The same one where she’d inexplicably found some of her father’s journals, though not all—not the ones he’d made and used in the Labyrinth, after the ones he’d had when he’d arrived got filled.
“Harry,” she called, adjusting the strap of her messenger bag. “Hi. How’s your day going?” She nodded toward the dinghy. “Scavenge anything good?”