[7] cellphone is dead lost in the desert

[feltlikeafreak]

[ A camera turns on and starts recording-- was it Claire's? Was it Alex's? Either way, there are some angry shuffling noises from Claire Bennet's closet. In the background is the ferocious, high-pitched yipping of a Pomeranian. The closet door opens a few seconds later to reveal a tall, dark-haired boy in jeans and a t-shirt. He's soaking wet and still steadily dripping when he bursts out of the small room, one of Claire's tank tops attached to his shoulder, and he blinks blearily behind thick glasses. ]

...Mr. Bennet?

West?

Holy shi--

[ooc: summarily updated!]