Trench made his way inside the Fillard Goldman Museum of Anthropology and Antiquity. Class was over for now and he was hopeful that this visit might yield some answers. Of course, he was starting to wonder if this was futile and he was stuck in some sort of repeating loop like groundhog day. Minus the fact the day was not resetting itself and that he wasn't Bill Murray.
He stopped in front of reception, looking a little nervous as always. "Um, Excuse me?"