A call for help
Will's been humming violin concertos to himself for days now, lost in a haze of what's almost contentedness that he's afraid to examine too closely for fear of losing it. In retrospect, he'll be muttering a lot to himself about jealous gods and counting your blessings while you damned well can.
He smiles when he sees Morgana's picture on his phone. "Hey, Morgana, what's up?" he greets her cheerfully.
"H... help..."
The word is weak, slurred, barely discernible, and Will immediately springs into action, firing off an email to Ashley and calling Henry on his desk-phone.
"Henry, I need you to trace a cell location ASAP!" he barks into the phone as he types a message to Ashley to gear up and meet him five minutes ago.
He smiles when he sees Morgana's picture on his phone. "Hey, Morgana, what's up?" he greets her cheerfully.
"H... help..."
The word is weak, slurred, barely discernible, and Will immediately springs into action, firing off an email to Ashley and calling Henry on his desk-phone.
"Henry, I need you to trace a cell location ASAP!" he barks into the phone as he types a message to Ashley to gear up and meet him five minutes ago.