Great, so after a fairly upsetting trip to the clinic, Anders had
found out from Tori last night that Angela seemed to be missing. Then he'd
stopped by the library after Spy Tech this morning to find out that Bridge hadn't made it in for his shift, which really wasn't like him. All of this was adding up to a big old ball of worrisome things, and now Anders was beyond waiting for the other shoe to fall; he was waiting for the entire shoe rack to cave in on his head.
But he still didn't have any clue where to start as far as figuring things out, and he was angry, frustrated, and scared. Not to mention feeling really gross from smoking his way through two packs of cigarettes last night.
So once he got back from the library he went up to his room to put on the leather riding gear, then headed down to the garage, where he climbed on his Glider, fired up the engines, and took off on a tense, breakneck-speed ride around the island several times, until he felt calm enough to think.
Which was exactly what he did -- while sitting cross-legged on his Glider outside the garage, making inroads on a new pack of cigarettes.
[OOC: Open to all, particularly plotty people, but everybody anyway, hey!]