Roswell, Monday late morning.
Nov. 21st, 2011 10:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izzyalienqueenIsabel took one last look around her apartment and wondered if she’d ever see it again. At the moment, she doubted it. One look out the window had confirmed that more buildings had disappeared over the course of the night. Whatever was happening was happening faster.
She’d already called Max and Michael. They’d been surprised to hear from her, after all, they still thought she was from some alternate universe, but they reluctantly agreed to meet her at the Evans house.
Hitching her bag over her shoulder, Isabel reached for Wyatt’s hand and squeezed tightly. "Let’s do this."
He nodded and orbed them to Roswell. Right into her mother’s living room where they were greeted by four faces expressing varying degrees of shock.
"I think it’s time for a family meeting," Isabel said.
[Establishy and NFI]
She’d already called Max and Michael. They’d been surprised to hear from her, after all, they still thought she was from some alternate universe, but they reluctantly agreed to meet her at the Evans house.
Hitching her bag over her shoulder, Isabel reached for Wyatt’s hand and squeezed tightly. "Let’s do this."
He nodded and orbed them to Roswell. Right into her mother’s living room where they were greeted by four faces expressing varying degrees of shock.
"I think it’s time for a family meeting," Isabel said.
[Establishy and NFI]
