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[infomodder]

after-christmas date to a burlesque show sound good to you?

[aggressiveapathy]

perfect new years

[infomodder]

only because you're involved

12/20/2015 - early morning - 1/3

[infomodder]

WHERE ARE YOU

[infomodder]

ARE YOU SAFE

[infomodder]

IS EVERYONE ALIVE

[good morning]

caaaall back

[aggressiveapathy]

Where the hell are you?

[infomodder]

[There's a stretch of silence from him after that. Fifteen seconds at most, the background noise of cars quietly going by filling up where neither voice nor breath are yet ready to tread. If only because, when he finally speaks up, strained and quiet and hoarse and confused:]

...I don't know.

[aggressiveapathy]

[ Had he been on a several day long drug bender? ]

...there's cars.

[infomodder]

[Technically speaking...]

On the road. [Where cars are! Good job, Will.] I don't know this road.

[aggressiveapathy]

Babe, what happened? I'll- find a sign or steal a car or something.

[ Concern levels hitting critical mass.]

[infomodder]

Nothing good. [Grumble grumble, answering without answering because that doesn't make concerns worse or anything.] How long have I been gone?

[aggressiveapathy]

A few days, a guess.

[ She knows the exact amount. She knows. But that's the at home stuff. ]

But that's before. We're dealing with now. I have to know where you are or I'm going to scream.

[infomodder]

[And he doesn't want to hear that sort of scream, so:]

Don't—was in Maurtia Falls last I knew. Can't...shouldn't be too far from there. Might even still be there, just nowhere I'm familiar with.

[That's all hope and it comes through in his voice. He could have been dropped off in God knows where.]

[aggressiveapathy]

Well, figure it out! Look into some rando's eyes and just...god, Will. Something.

[infomodder]

I'm trying to find a taxi.

[Pause.]

I could just wave down the next car that passes.

[By running out in the road and making a scene? Oh yes.]

[aggressiveapathy]

Whatever gets you back faster.

[infomodder]

[Thinking...thinking...]

You want me to stay on the phone or just get my ass back?

[aggressiveapathy]

Keep talking.

[infomodder]

[The road noise grows louder, closer.]

You excited for Transylvania?

[aggressiveapathy]

Will. What were you doing?

[infomodder]

[NO HE WAS TRYING TO DEFLECT and still is]

Not much.

[This is not a lie.]

[aggressiveapathy]

You were gone.

Again.

A third time. This, like, quarter.

[infomodder]

No, no. [Quiet, like he has trouble accepting it himself. The other times, yeah, okay, the Porter is a bitch. But this third time is not the same, even if it falls under a similar umbrella.] Wasn't. Gone. I was taken.

[At least with the Porter, it could happen to anyone at any time. She didn't pick and choose because someone in their social circle pissed her off. She didn't keep them captive, torture, and kill them. On someone else, that last bit may sound like nothing more than wounded pride, kicked ego. But for Will, to even get on that rung, it's gotta be something not good at all.]

[aggressiveapathy]

[Can you hear a heart skip a beat over the phone, Will? Now would be the time to learn as April comes to a sudden dead stop her worry-anger pacing.]

Where are you? I'm not waiting. I'll meet you half way.