Room 406, late afternoon

[izzyalienqueen]

Wyatt had left early yesterday morning, promising to return soon. Isabel had tried not to panic as her increasingly frantic calls went unanswered. She'd tried to convince herself that his phone was dead, that they were just engrossed in whatever project they were working on but talking to Johnny made it obvious that wasn't the case.

Then the letters came. One from Wyatt, one from Andrew.

A visit to Chris confirmed he'd gotten that same news. And that there didn't seem to be any magical way to get them back.

She made a few more calls to check up on people, wondering who else wasn't going to to answer.

Frustrated and angry, Isabel decided the best way to not think was to clean.

Loud music was blaring and the air smelled of pine cleaner.

The door, despite what she promised Chris, was open.

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[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"Wasn't disagreeing with you."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I know. I'm sorry. I'm just on edge," Isabel said once more. "I just...what if we don't get them back?"

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"We will," Peter said. "Nothing else is an option."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"I'm trying to believe that. I mean after everything last week? Getting them back from the 1920s should be easy right?" she asked.

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"Piece of cake," Peter said. "All the talent around here, somebody's bound to come up with something."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"My fingers are crossed," Isabel said, holding up her hands. "Hell I'd cross my toes if I thought that would work."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"Anything I can do to help you in the meanwhile?" Peter asked.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Nah, Mr. Clean and I are having some quality time together," she said, reaching for the cleaning supplies once more. "But I appreciate the offer."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"If you change your mind, call me," Peter said. He gave her a sheepish smile. "I promise to get back to you faster."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Well according to radio you were otherwise occupied," Isabel replied, just a tiny bit curious. "I suppose I can understand being distracted."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"Brooke sounded kinda freaked out on radio," Peter said. "I wanted to make sure she was okay."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Which was very much a Peter thing to do. "And was she?"

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"As okay as someone freaked can be?" Peter replied. Being a gentleman he left off the part about how they ended up distracting each other.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"But you were able to help." He didn't need to tell her, Isabel had occasionally been distracted like that herself. "Good though. It sucks being alone and scared."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"So you're going to be not-alone by...?" Peter prompted her, looking around.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Annie's under the bed. Cleaning frenzies scare her," she explained. "She'll come out later on."

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"And somebody's got to stay with her," Peter said, by way of agreement. He noticed the time. "I better go. Nathan'll go ballistic if I'm not at his place by dinner."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Exactly," Isabel nodded. "Go. And be careful. Please?"

[repeterpetrelli.livejournal.com]

"You too," Peter said, then left.