Aug 11, 2007 10:49
The earthquake had been somewhat interesting; William had felt almost as if he was playing some sort of game where you had a list of things and ticked them off as they arrived. This particular list was of natural disasters.
But it began feeling less and less like a game when he went to the office to detail to Sacharissa who she should talk to, what she should cover. She wasn't there.
This was, initially, no cause for panic. After all, she might have just gone out to cover it without waiting for his say-so. It happened often enough. So he'd gone out, and what he'd found was various people also looking for their friends and family.
After a very short time, it stopped being the standard reaction in the face of a mild natural disaster, and started being a pattern.
Did they all come home, last time? No. No, some of them had disappeared for good, hadn't they? Not eaten, just ... gone.
He shook his head, as if trying to rattle the idea out of one ear, and strode in the direction of the IPD offices. They likely had numerous reports already, but an extra might make them work that much harder.
Then he'd go back to looking. Just in case.
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