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[ The minute Castiel comes back properly - not just riding along with Jimmy, able to communicate but only sporadically and vaguely at best - he logs onto the network, skimming over it to see what's already been said before posting a message of his own. ]

There's something I need to tell all of you about the bunker. One of the rooms in the bunker - [ He pauses, briefly, to scrawl a simple map of the building in chalk on the floor before pointing his tablet's camera to it and pointing to room 11 ] contains a functioning computer. The computer asks for a username, and when I entered my own it displayed the text "Identity verified. Room access granted."

Unfortunately, we succumbed to the toxic mold before we could investigate. I don't think it's possible to get into and out of that room without being fatally poisoned.

I'm going to return to the bunker to see if I still have whatever access it granted me, but if not we'll need to either find some way to clear enough of the mold to make the way safe or shield ourselves from it.

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[Oh...guess what got lost in the...everything. The thing Castiel begged him to look for.]

I'm sorry. After returning to retrieve Chaos's body, I was beginning to feel short of breath, myself. I thought it had only been carrying you, but his body is much smaller, and it persisted. I opted to return to safety and hope the room stayed open, rather than die, myself, and be unable to report what I found.

I understand. It would have been a waste for more of us to die over something that might not have worked to begin with. You did all you could, Enoch. Thank you.

I wish we could have saved you, or at least your host.

It's our own fault for not being more mindful of what was happening. We should have been more careful.

Still, chaos and I are both back now, and we learned something valuable in the process. I am sorry I put you through that, though.

If you had been careful you wouldn't have found it.

I think trying to help and failing isn't as bad as being unable to help at all. You have nothing to be sorry for.

Still, I shouldn't have been so reckless. I forget I'm not as durable here as I'm used to.

Are you okay, though? You'd been in the bunker longer than I had, even if you'd been keeping to the less contaminated areas.

I do admit to having that problem for a long time.

I am well - the places free of mold must have been extremely well protected. The air in them, while stale, was clean enough the mold didn't seem to harm us the way it had you. The worst problem in there was how difficult it was to tell how much time had passed.

I can see how that would be a problem. How long do you think you had to rest before you felt you'd regained your strength? If you have any idea

[ Castiel thinks for a moment, then switches to private. What he's about to share is... personal, in a way he doesn't feel like letting anyone other than Enoch in on just now. ]

One of my sisters gave up her holy grace in order to truly live among humans, as humans do. I didn't understand how she managed to survive being so frail, then. I think I understand less now. But it feels important that I have this experience.

I'm not sure. I can't tell how much time passes in there, in all honesty. It must be a matter of several hours at least.

[He sees the filter and switches to private as well.]

It is important. Experience is what angels lack that makes it difficult to understand humans. I wouldn't wish it on anyone, of course, and wouldn't advocate falling to do it.

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