Las Vegas, Friday Night

[izzyalienqueen]

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.]

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[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Memory demons or spells?" It made sense, but it didn't mean Isabel had to like the idea of Wyatt heading back to San Francisco. "You realize I'm going to text you constantly."

[blessed_twice]

"And time travel," Wyatt said. "Since whatever's doing this is hitting different points in time. Time travel's really tricky, though."

And it often made you wear a bad wig. Just ask Cole.

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

Just as long as there was no evil facial hair.

"So whatever this is is traveling though time and dimensions making people disappear like they've never been born and rewriting history without anyone but us realizing it." Saying it all like that made her shudder once more. "I'm getting a really bad feeling about this."