"Oh, uhm..." He tilts his head, peering down at the notes and flipping through what he has. It's only a few papers he didn't want to get greedy but there seemed like an awful lot of important addresses and numbers and things.

"Numbers, mostly, locations and names. I'm not sure what some of the number sequences are for though, I thought I may as well write them down just in case I figured it out. They were on there for a reason after all. Here." He hands the papers over for Malcolm to read.

As he said, phone numbers, addresses, names of people who posted on the board like doctors or places to get supplies. Notes about the fog or some of the strange symbols people were trying to decipher. A man named Dr. Carter asking to be taught magic, Malcolm may even recognize the exact wording of the note he posted about the effects of the Fog and something called Carbon Monoxide. Though Dorian doesn't know WHAT that is he wanted to eventually ask about it. Whatever seemed important at the time. All of which is written in some impeccable, flowy, and beautiful handwriting.

"I woke up in the Town Square and The Bulletin Board was the first thing I found. So I thought, these things must be important."