[open] it isn't quite right - it isn't quite the same
Helen Magnus expects to see the Chicago skyline stretching before her. This trip was always part of the plan, the search for the source of what stopped Big Bertha's wave of destruction. She had arrived the night before, and everything had seemed fine... but on this morning, Chicago feels different. She can't explain it, but the way the hairs on the back of her neck are standing up cause Helen to step cautiously as she makes her way down the street.
Taking out her phone, Helen dials Henry, wondering why he didn't meet her downstairs as promised. Her phone makes a chime, followed by a recording informing her that the number you are calling is unavailable...
"Like hell it is..." She mutters, hanging up and trying Will. Upon reaching the same result, Helen begins to look around. Clearly something is going on around here that cannot be easily explained. With suspicion in her eyes, Helen glances around wildly. Certainly there's a reason for all of this, and she doubts it has the chance of being anything good.
Taking out her phone, Helen dials Henry, wondering why he didn't meet her downstairs as promised. Her phone makes a chime, followed by a recording informing her that the number you are calling is unavailable...
"Like hell it is..." She mutters, hanging up and trying Will. Upon reaching the same result, Helen begins to look around. Clearly something is going on around here that cannot be easily explained. With suspicion in her eyes, Helen glances around wildly. Certainly there's a reason for all of this, and she doubts it has the chance of being anything good.