#wttdben

@caffeinatedcarroll​

It had taken exactly sixteen hours and eleven minutes of reading a page, sighing in frustration and flipping to the next until Cassidy had finally, fucking finally found the solution to the problem she had depicted Benjamin in the library a few days before. While the woman had been sceptically, the stranger had quite obviously turned out to not only be into computer forensics as leisure pursuit, but actually know his way around in the world of it. She was impressed to say the least and grateful. Grateful to no end. It’d have only taken a little longer and her clients would’ve replaced her with someone else — a horribly embarrassing thought.

Needless to say, Cassidy had to find a way and thank him. A circumstance the Dollhouse only allowed in the hope the man would be able to teach the female a few more things and so, raise the imprint’s success rate. They would make sure — or at least were convincend they were able to — to not have the couple get emotionally attached and risk Benjamin ever meeting the doll imprinted with another personality. It’d undoubtfully lead to confusion and the difficult task of suffocating the confusion in the bystander as well as the doll before it could spread.

Currently, Cassidy was walking through the library in the simple hope of spotting the head of curls somewhere. Her handler wasn’t far behind, seemingly browsing through the books to keep an eye on the doll until Benjamind had voiced his decision. Cassidy turned around the next corner and almost groaned in frustration, if only the librarian hadn’t already glared at her before even a noise came out. Another shelf was left behind, and another, and another until Cassidy’s eyes fell upon fluffy hair barely sticking out behind a stack of books.