[ There's a laugh at Jaime's (in Alex's opinion) over-reaction to him showing him something, and he sits back in the middle of the back seats and keeps smoking. Who gives a shit if they crash? It's not like either of them have that much to live for. Of course, Alex is only making assumptions for Jaime, but he figures a guy with such a stick up his ass isn't all that interested in having a family of his own. He might be entirely wrong, but Alex doesn't care enough to ask at the moment. ]

Calm down, Barbara.

[ Another roll of blue eyes, and they're back on the journal again. Hunting dragons? Was Jaime stupid? ]

No you moron, no one's seen one for hundreds of years, but that doesn't mean they didn't exist. It could be a Wendigo, though. Does Robert read or watch a lot of shit about things that breathe fire? Sometimes if you believe in something so much it can just... appear. Out of nowhere.

[ The cigarette was back in his mouth, and Alex smoked it without his hands as he flipped through a couple of other journals. Jesus, everything was a fucking mess, but Alex could feel the excitement building in him as it did when he felt like he was getting close to figuring something out. Hunting was his job - it was his life. ]

It's like that episode of Doctor Who, right? The Tenth Doctor and Rose end up in London during the Olympics and there's that little girl who's got this giant drawing of her dad in her wardrobe and it almost comes to life.