Room 406, evening

[izzyalienqueen]

The day had certainly started well with breakfast and pretty scenery. Sadly the rest of the day hadn't been as exciting. After spending a few hours starting at the phone and debating calling Roswell, Isabel finally gave in and watched the torrent of the new Mr. What episode.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"We need to have another Shirtless Friday while I'm still there, damnit." Parker grumbled, then yawned. "Nobody hurt. Trying to find Jake by following coffee. Saw a raccoon. Amsterdam was cool. I didn't go look at the hookers, though."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Talk to Jack, I'm sure he'd arrange it. Or Alec even," Isabel suggested. "You're tracking Jake by coffee and raccoons and hookers?"

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"By talking to people who know people who took people and own places where Jake might be." Parker cracked her neck, eyelids heavy. "The raccoon was a shapeshifting little geek. Alanna was pissed." She snickered a little, then said, "It's been interesting, really. But we're all getting loopy."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"You need to hang up the phone and go to sleep," she ordered. "Otherwise I'll tell Jarod and Jack."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Bah. Okay. Very effective threat, that. Bonne nuit, Isabel. I'll see you soon, hopefully."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Sleep well Parker," Isabel said. "And be careful."

[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

"Always." And in Paris, Parker hung up the phone, closed her eyes, and slept until they had their next lead on Jake.