Lindsey's apartment, LA, Wednesday
Lindsey always looked forward to Thanksgiving.
For one thing, it was always a break from school (even if he had a ton of work to get done before Monday). More importantly it was time to spend with Piper's cooking. And her cooking.
Portalocity, being their usual amazingly helpful selves, wasn't going to be able to get him to Piper's LA by tomorrow. Possibly by ever, judging from the emails they'd been sending out. So Lindsey needed a new plan. One that probably involved his girlfriend bribing Turner with baked goods to get him where he needed to be.
He tried sending an email first. It immediately bounced back as undeliverable. Frowning at the screen Lindsey carefully retyped Piper's email address and sent his "help, brownies needed" message again. And once again it bounced back.
So he tried a text message.
Your email won't work. Bribe Turner to pick me up for tomorrow?
When he hadn't received a response a couple hours later, he tried calling.
We're sorry, your call could not be completed as dial-
"What the hell?" Lindsey asked, glaring at his phone and giving it a little shake.
We're sorry, your call could not be compl-
Now Lindsey was getting really annoyed. First the portal crap, now his girlfriend had gone totally off the grid? What the hell was going on? She would have told him if she'd changed her number, or if something weird was happening to her, wouldn't she? Unless she couldn't tell him...
We're sorry, your call could not be completed as di-
"Fuck," he said softly. The empty apartment didn't respond.
Maybe Phoebe would know? Or Turner? They lived with her, right? They'd be able to find her for him and let him know she was okay. Because she had to be okay. There wasn't another option as far as Lindsey was concerned.
Or maybe the phones were just messed up. And email.
We're sorry, your call could no-.
Or maybe something had gone very, very wrong.
[Establishy. Panicked phone calls to others to come later. Probably.]
For one thing, it was always a break from school (even if he had a ton of work to get done before Monday). More importantly it was time to spend with Piper's cooking. And her cooking.
Portalocity, being their usual amazingly helpful selves, wasn't going to be able to get him to Piper's LA by tomorrow. Possibly by ever, judging from the emails they'd been sending out. So Lindsey needed a new plan. One that probably involved his girlfriend bribing Turner with baked goods to get him where he needed to be.
He tried sending an email first. It immediately bounced back as undeliverable. Frowning at the screen Lindsey carefully retyped Piper's email address and sent his "help, brownies needed" message again. And once again it bounced back.
So he tried a text message.
Your email won't work. Bribe Turner to pick me up for tomorrow?
When he hadn't received a response a couple hours later, he tried calling.
We're sorry, your call could not be completed as dial-
"What the hell?" Lindsey asked, glaring at his phone and giving it a little shake.
We're sorry, your call could not be compl-
Now Lindsey was getting really annoyed. First the portal crap, now his girlfriend had gone totally off the grid? What the hell was going on? She would have told him if she'd changed her number, or if something weird was happening to her, wouldn't she? Unless she couldn't tell him...
We're sorry, your call could not be completed as di-
"Fuck," he said softly. The empty apartment didn't respond.
Maybe Phoebe would know? Or Turner? They lived with her, right? They'd be able to find her for him and let him know she was okay. Because she had to be okay. There wasn't another option as far as Lindsey was concerned.
Or maybe the phones were just messed up. And email.
We're sorry, your call could no-.
Or maybe something had gone very, very wrong.
[Establishy. Panicked phone calls to others to come later. Probably.]