RP for imnot_hisgirl
It was funny how often he'd looked at this phone. The same menu screen, the same list of contacts, the same message center telling him he had no missed calls no matter how often he checked it, nothing ever changed. He'd contemplated messing with it a bit, playing with the settings, the background, the ring tone, taking it apart and putting it together again, but after a moment's consideration, he'd usually stop himself. It needed to remain the same, Martha's phone, personalized to her tastes and her preferences. It was a part of her, and really, for the most part, it was all he had.
Well, until a few hours ago, that is.
The first time it rang, it was a surprise. The second time, it was an even greater one. He hadn't quite understood the frantic message he'd gotten from her, something about rift activity and a house, and needing him to pick him up, all he'd really gotten was that she needed to see him, and he needed to to be waiting for her.
And so, here he was. On the steps of Sarah-but-not-his-Sarah's porch. Waiting.
Well, until a few hours ago, that is.
The first time it rang, it was a surprise. The second time, it was an even greater one. He hadn't quite understood the frantic message he'd gotten from her, something about rift activity and a house, and needing him to pick him up, all he'd really gotten was that she needed to see him, and he needed to to be waiting for her.
And so, here he was. On the steps of Sarah-but-not-his-Sarah's porch. Waiting.