"Somehow, I'm not surprised," Hope replied, sighing. "People may have been too busy trying to survive to make any sort of log of those events. That, or they've all been asleep."

Like us, goes unsaid. No need to rub it in faces, especially his own. He sighed again and ran a hand over the books

"Another possibility is that the records of the Disaster are in the City, and for some reason, someone neglected to make copies of them to put here." Possibly the Caretaker, but Hope knew he shouldn't jump to conclusions without data. He was a scientist and a researcher, not some policeman or soldier. "I think I can make do with what we have here, though."

He held out a hand. "Ho-- I mean, Garrett. Garrett Ross."