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Claudia has decided that the best way to deal with the immediate situation is to not think about it if she can possibly help it. Staring at the lack of a door and angsting isn't going to make her feel better, and it's probably like that 'a watched pot never boils' thing.
So after breakfast, she leaves a note with Bar for Ray:

Ray-

Long story, but do you have anything that could tell if someone's been screwing with my head? I know bad Artifact juju isn't exactly bad ghost juju, but anything that might help would be good, right now. My door disappeared so I'll be around... for the foreseeable future, I guess. I'll be in the garage today.

-Claudia

And after that, she heads down to the garage, sets up the stereo (now with 100% fewer Lord of the Rings references on her 'work time!' playlist) and starts working on the El Camino again. Long as she's here, she might as well finish the damn thing.

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[gone_byebye]

Ray picks up the note on his next trip to the Bar.

Claudia-

I have a number of possible options. Mostly machinery from home. I can bring you some the next time I come in from New York- any chance you could elucidate a couple of your possible symptoms so I can narrow down what to bring?

Ray

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When she resurfaces for lunch, Claudia gets the reply, and wastes no time in writing one back.

Long story short, we've been dealing with an asshole former employee who tried to kill my boss a while back. Turns out he's been corralling some of our stuff to sell on the black market.

And it turns out... well, all the evidence suggests that I've been slipping stuff out of the Warehouse to him. But if I am, I'm having some epic blackouts, because I would definitely remember talking to my brother's old physics professor that much. (That's another, even longer story.) I didn't even mean to come here this time, just in case the dude knows where the door in the Warehouse is, but since I'm here I might as well find out what I can.

Thanks in advance, so so so much.