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izzyalienqueen) wrote2011-11-18 07:54 pm
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Las Vegas, Friday Night
As soon as Wyatt orbed them back from Roswell, Isabel tossed her bag on the couch, pulled out her phone and tried to call her mother to apologize for missing dinner.
Except no one answered the phone.
Which was...odd.
"I guess you want to know what was going on," she said to Wyatt.
[Mostly for one, but calls are welcome.]
Except no one answered the phone.
Which was...odd.
"I guess you want to know what was going on," she said to Wyatt.
[Mostly for one, but calls are welcome.]
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Yet, she still had enough of her wits to call for a second opinion because she knew what would happen if she got into serious trouble and hadn't warned anyone that it was happening.
So that would be why Isabel's phone was now ringing.
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Look, a building of employees were claiming they had never heard of him.
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She swallowed. "So all three of us are missing people that have some kind of importance in our lives. What the hell?"
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"Oh gods," Savannah suddenly stuttered. "Mom! I have to call Mom and make sure ..."
That she still existed. If she didn't then Isabel was going to have a hysterical and magically out of control pseudo-sister on her hands.
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