[He takes Stephen's sudden alertness as a good sign that this could be something. Wilhelm scoops the tome up, somewhat less careful with it in his excitement — the sort of manic excitement born from the realization that they could be one step closer to solving this stupid thing, and from the possibility that he actually did one tiny thing right. He brings it back over to Stephen.]
This one here.
[He points to a complicated tangle of lines and curves toward the bottom of the page.]
Um, I'm trying to remember...
[Where exactly he'd seen it. He screws up his face, holding his temples and scrubbing at his hair as if this will shake the right memory loose. So many materials have passed through his hands and under his eyes during these endless hours. The benefit, though, of being the one running around getting things for everyone else is that he has a decent idea of where it all has ended up.]
I think I can find it. [No, think probably isn't good enough. He corrects himself:] I can go get it.
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This one here.
[He points to a complicated tangle of lines and curves toward the bottom of the page.]
Um, I'm trying to remember...
[Where exactly he'd seen it. He screws up his face, holding his temples and scrubbing at his hair as if this will shake the right memory loose. So many materials have passed through his hands and under his eyes during these endless hours. The benefit, though, of being the one running around getting things for everyone else is that he has a decent idea of where it all has ended up.]
I think I can find it. [No, think probably isn't good enough. He corrects himself:] I can go get it.