Las Vegas, Friday Night
Nov. 18th, 2011 07:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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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Date: 2011-11-19 02:00 am (UTC)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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Date: 2011-11-19 02:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
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