Wednesday, Drac's suite
Drac had finally decided to up and leave the clinic. Upon returning home, he found a message on his phone from Mavis.
... Don't ask how he got the message. He not only hated using the phone, but he still wasn't sure why there was no operator on the other end of the line! It just helped so much!
But where there's a will there's a way and now he was trying to call Mavis back...
Well. Hmm. The Hotel must be busy if he had to leave a message!
Now he was sitting beside the phone waiting for a call back from Mavis to let him know the hotel wasn't on fire that she was fine.
Too bad he'd turned the phone off in his fiddling around. Any calls were going direct to voicemail.
... "Who filled my ice box with stale tacos?!"
... Don't ask how he got the message. He not only hated using the phone, but he still wasn't sure why there was no operator on the other end of the line! It just helped so much!
But where there's a will there's a way and now he was trying to call Mavis back...
Well. Hmm. The Hotel must be busy if he had to leave a message!
Now he was sitting beside the phone waiting for a call back from Mavis to let him know the hotel wasn't on fire that she was fine.
Too bad he'd turned the phone off in his fiddling around. Any calls were going direct to voicemail.
... "Who filled my ice box with stale tacos?!"