Roy had heard the radio and gotten the message when he showed up at the Town hall - it wasn't like it was far from the station. And now he was really wishing that he'd been worrying about Aly for nothing.

"Principal Washburn," he greeted, his expression grim. "What's the word?"

He took the letters from her curiously, reading through the top one before browsing through the rest. He paused at one in particular, his expression darkening.

"Definitely not good," he grumbled, almost wanting to hold on to that one, but he hand the pile back to Zoe. "I've never read anything in the old reports about these angels before."

"Something like that," he said and laughed. "This is one of Robin's dogs. There are four more at home. Just be glad I didn't bring them all with me like I did yesterday. How are you?"

When D'Argo arrived, he might have been muttering something like "It's always something."

"Good idea," he said. "At least I'm not in the past this time. It's statue-smashing time?"

Yes, he'd heard radio. It just so happened that he failed at listening, and was therefore an awesome example.

Harriet was finally there, a little later than the others because her mun was fast asleep she'd been making plans of her own.

"Are we certain they've been sent back in time?" she asked briskly as she walked in. There were very few things which could make her forego the niceties; it turned out that this was one of them.

Harriet took them silently, carefully looking through them, mouth tightening into a thin line as she skimmed the contents. "I see," she said, looking up at Zoe as she handed them back. "I don't suppose the school has a time machine anywhere about the place, does it?"