Room 406, late afternoon/early evening
Work and being social meant that Isabel was more then content to spend Sunday quietly in her room doing some writing, reading for class and surfing around on the web.
Then the phone rang. Recognizing the number, Isabel flipped open the phone. "Hi Maria. What's up?"
Maria began to babble so quickly, Isabel couldn't understand a word she was saying. "Dammit Maria, take a hit of cypress oil and calm down!"
She waited, but Maria was still babbling and Isabel was starting to get worried. "Put your mother on. Better yet? Is the sheriff there? Put him on!"
Thirty seconds, and one dropped phone later, Jim Valenti was on the line.
"Sheriff? What's going on?"
Isabel jumped to her feet as he started to explain.
"No. It's not possible."
"How?" And even more important, "How are they?"
"I want to talk to them."
Thirty minutes later, Isabel hung up the phone and sat in stunned silence for a few minutes as the shock wore off. Then she let out a yell of pure glee, before starting to pack.
The door was open.
Then the phone rang. Recognizing the number, Isabel flipped open the phone. "Hi Maria. What's up?"
Maria began to babble so quickly, Isabel couldn't understand a word she was saying. "Dammit Maria, take a hit of cypress oil and calm down!"
She waited, but Maria was still babbling and Isabel was starting to get worried. "Put your mother on. Better yet? Is the sheriff there? Put him on!"
Thirty seconds, and one dropped phone later, Jim Valenti was on the line.
"Sheriff? What's going on?"
Isabel jumped to her feet as he started to explain.
"No. It's not possible."
"How?" And even more important, "How are they?"
"I want to talk to them."
Thirty minutes later, Isabel hung up the phone and sat in stunned silence for a few minutes as the shock wore off. Then she let out a yell of pure glee, before starting to pack.
The door was open.