Hyperion Hotel, Wednesday Evening

Isabel flipped on the light to her room as she closed the door behind her. She was tired. Exhausted even, but she didn’t think she could sleep. Not knowing what was out there, waiting to jump into someone’s dreams.

Sighing, Isabel sat at the chair she’d pulled over to the window, looking out over the city lights. It was Wednesday. She’d been there for week and wanted nothing more then to go home. But she couldn’t, wouldn’t go, not until they’d found a way to stop the demon. Not after she’d seen what it could do. Not after Claire died and she couldn’t stop it.

She shifted in her seat, than pulled Angel’s Blackberry out of her pocket. Calling home would be nice. But Isabel didn’t want to worry them. Yet if they didn’t hear from her, they’d worry. And possibly turn up on the doorstep of the hotel. That was something that definitely needed to be prevented. She took a minute to gather her thoughts and pull together the energy needed to keep up a façade that all was well. Finally she dialed the first number, smiling a genuine smile when the phone was answered. "Hi. It’s me."

[ooc: No interaction possible. like_a_sponge, mparker17, and time_agent are the recipients of the phone calls.]