Bridge's Quarters, SPD HQ, Newtech City, 2026

[bridge_carson]

Sleep was something Bridge hadn't been getting a lot lately, not with the way SPD had been stretched thin by the mysterious disappearances. Of course, no one but those who'd spent a significant amount of time in Fandom had any inkling that things hadn't always been that way. So when they'd finally managed to stave off Gruumm's latest attack on

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[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel was still obsessively texting people outside of Fandom and living in dread of the time when the texts would stop going through.

Checking in. What's going on?

[bridge_carson]

Two words:

xanders gone

[izzyalienqueen]

Roughly twenty minutes after that text, Bridge's phone was ringing. Because sometimes you just need to hear a voice.

"Pick up. Pick up. Pick up."

[bridge_carson]

"Hey, Isabel," Bridge said, picking up the phone. He supposed he ought to try and say something, well, something more, but he just didn't have the energy.

[apologies for the massive SP, this week has been a gong show.]

[izzyalienqueen]

No energy was entirely understandable. Isabel herself was alternating between bouts of depressed inactivity and manic bouts of cleaning and cooking just to feel like something was getting done.

Having lost her own family, Isabel didn't have to ask how Bridge was. Instead she skipped to the important part of the call. "We're going to fix this."

[bridge_carson]

"We always do," Bridge said, a glimmer of his usual optimisim showing through. "As soon as we figure out what it is."

[izzyalienqueen]

"There's a huge library here in Fandom that might answers," she offered. "You could come join Team Research."