[Crowe is nowhere to be found on Saturday. He's not at home, the rec center or the park, and his papers have gone undelivered. Strange, for this kid.
After he wakes up Sunday morning, it wakes awhile for what happen to sink in. And he notices today is *Sunday*, not Saturday. He was dead for longer than overnight.
He manages to crawl out of bed when the phone rings, though. Crowe listens to Kay's call, then decides to make a call of his own. His voice is quiet and slightly shaky.]
[PHONE: Filtered from Mayor/Grady/drones/etc/]
...Wh-what Kay says is true. We learned s-some invaluable information, so I-I hope it's of some use i-in our overall efforts. Ah, i-if you have any follow up questions, I'll be at at my house at 1247 Williams. Feel free to stop by, I'll be in the kitchen.
[After that he hangs up. He really doesn't want to speak over the phone, but if you insist, he will.]
[ACTION: for household:
Crowe will be sitting at the kitchen table this morning, with some papers and photos strewn around it. The photos are of various people around town, mostly Crowe's friends and acquaintances. There's also an open journal in front if him he's periodically writing in, but mostly he's listlessly tapping the pencil on the table looking lost in thought. Family and visitors are welcome to find him there.]
[[OOC -
the log is here if you're interested]]