44 Blueberry Hill, Living Room, Friday Late Night
Phoebe had gone out a while ago and hadn't come back home yet. Sam had done all the work he could do on the motorcycle before A) it got too dark, and B) he was too edgy and restless with worry to do anything else without frakking it up badly.
He'd called her, only to hear her phone ringing up in the attic.
Top that all off with the rapidly increasing and far too vivid sense that something in his memories was missing . . . and now? Now there was worried pacing that just might start bleeding over into panic any minute.
"Where the frak is she?!?"
[OOC: For ze occupants. Details of convo NFB -- salamat po!]
He'd called her, only to hear her phone ringing up in the attic.
Top that all off with the rapidly increasing and far too vivid sense that something in his memories was missing . . . and now? Now there was worried pacing that just might start bleeding over into panic any minute.
"Where the frak is she?!?"
[OOC: For ze occupants. Details of convo NFB -- salamat po!]