Room 406, late afternoon to evening

[izzyalienqueen]

Talking to Peter still being played had made Max's call that much more real. Isabel returned to her room, made several phone calls, and then sat on her bed trying to figure out how to break the news.

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[like_a_sponge]

Greg knocked on Isabel's door later that evening, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel had managed to stop crying and was now randomly taking things out of her closet trying to decide what a person wears to their alien home planet.

The knock made her flinch and she dropped the shirt she was holding onto the bed. "It's open."

[like_a_sponge]

Greg stuck his head in. "Hey, honey. What's new in Isabelland?"

[izzyalienqueen]

"Hey," Isabel said quietly, wishing there was some way not to do this. "I need to talk to you."