"Not from these parts. Foreign, like us. Another world. Even the Mountie I met is made foreign in a place that should feel like home..."

It doesn't help that the supernatural keeps attacking the Interlopers. And here he thought he was the strangest most supernatural thing they might encounter.

"What do you write? Travelogs? Memoirs?" Louis has to ask, even if he suspects Alan might be tired of writing. Call it a hunch, call it his smile not meeting his eyes.

Louis loves reading, novels mostly. He's a reader. He's rarely without a book in his hand if he has an idle moment. Even now he's got one of Rorschach's library books nestled in the pocket of his coat like a friend.