Ring ring.

Natalie picks up on the third ring; there's quite a lot of background noise - traffic, hammering, and the like. "Yeah? Kevin, that you?"

Grey's voice is brisk and businesslike. "It's Thomas, actually. I did some digging on the notes that the boy's been writing. Thought I'd give you a heads up."

"You're positive it's him, then?" There comes a muffled exchange - it sounds like she's saying something about 'just a minute'. Then back to the phone: "What've you got?"

Grey grunts. "I had a good guess. Though maybe it's only his body that's doing it. Listen to this. 'Blank' is a word that the online translator couldn't do anything with, nor the one Danish to English dictionary I was able to find. First note. 'You've taken something that wasn't yours. Blank were wrong to you. Useless blank come from blank.' Second note. 'You ought drive the boy again. Themselves blank coated themselves to be energetic. He blank to blank that.'" He pauses, and there's a creak as he sits back in the computer chair.

Natalie starts, "Dan--," and then quiets to listen to the translations. "Uh-hunh." She quiets again, to think. "And you think he's got... an extra friend in there we don't know about?"

"Could be. And friends like that can be very... possessive." His voice curdles; he has a low opinion of meddlesome Past Lives.

"Well," Nat says slowly after a second, "He's ours now. I want you to take point on this one. Maybe a trip to wonderland would help? Do what you think you need, and keep me in the loop."

Grey nods into the phone, not that she can see it. "Understood."

Natalie adds, "Damn. I'll be back by three. Let me know what else you've found."

Grey says, "Be seeing you," and hangs up.

[End of log]