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Captain grins, taking the book from Zombie's outstretched hand and holding it to his chest. The outer binding of the tome wasn't so much white as it was void of color, against Captain's chest, it looked like some emptiness Zombie could reach into. It was warm and humming and held the weight of knowledge, eons of knowledge; an Omni Bible.

"It can really start now, Zombie. All we've worked for," Captain said, holding the book in front of him. "With this we'll be free. Soon, no more shifting, no more raids. We can stay here, bring everyone here to Wha Jasia. All the Gaws, everyone who wants to come, and no one will find us. Once we deviate this fragment, break away from the rest, there will be no way of shifting in or out. With this book we will start a new world."

Zombie rested on his haunches, shrugging his pack off, "You think that thing will even work here? Outside VChicago, hell, outside of Archives?"

"Can't you feel it? It's still warm. Besides, it was designed to work everywhere, just in case any of the fragments fell apart, just in case any of them needed to be restarted, like in New Jerusalem." Captain erected a crude table from the earth and set the book down. "With this book we won't need doctors, or architects, or...anybody. We'll have it all right here."

Zombie stood and came to the other side of the table, "Well, let's see it."

Captain ran his fingers down the blank cover of the book once more and sighed, "We did it," and opened the tome. He pressed his palm to the first page, seemed to think for a moment, and finally said, "Tell me everything."

"What, what is it?" Zombie asked, coming around the other side of the table. Captain had jerked his hand away and shrank back from the open book, his existence blazed and paled, a shock to the system. Zombie looked at the book, speaking softly, "What is that...Yiddish?"

"Hebrew, to be more precise," Keeper Darnell said. "You didn't think I'd let you just waltz out of Archives with that, did you, R?"