Leo pulled his chair closer to the wooden table, his fingers dancing across the keys of the un-networked terminal. The screen cast a cool green glow across the room, illuminating the quiet faces of the group.
On the granite wall, the projected image of the 2024 Miami student registry remained still, a list of twenty-nine names that had once been nothing more than pixels in Aethelgard.
"If fifty-three years have passed since they vanished," Leo said, his eyes scanning the green columns of data, "there should be probate records, estate liquidations, or death certificates. The municipal registry from the fifties is quiet, but we can search the public ancestry registries through the local node."
Ophelia leaned over his shoulder, her hand resting on the back of his chair. "Search for Marcus Thorne first. He was the center of their group. His family must have left some kind of paper trail after the banquet."
