"Damn," Kuja mutters, glancing through the datalog. "It's connected, it's all connected and they're all from Crystallis. She didn't lie. Unless this is another cleverly-planted clue, but how could she have known in advance about the loops? No, this is genuine, I think."

He takes his time rummaging though drawers, examining everything, no matter how inconsequential. "How she finds this even remotely livable, I've never been able to understand people content to have rooms that look like this- but no, unfortunately we're going to have to commit it to memory, unless somebody knows a way to transport objects through time."