OOM: Missing
July 15, 2012
11:07 PM
Something was wrong.
At first, Caiti had been too shocked by the nuke to think of much else. While Agent Henderson spent a few hours trying to get in touch with CTU, she hadn't been paying attention, instead watching the news coverage. She couldn't believe all those people - the kids in the pool, the elderly couple down the street, everyone she saw in the grocery store - they were all dead now. All the people she saw today were gone, just shadows on the wall.
After a while, she turned off the television. There was no new information coming in and if she kept watching, Caiti knew she was going to start crying and she didn't want to cry in front of a stranger. She asked him, twice, about her sister and each time he told her she was being kept on at CTU. Even though she was in danger too, from what he said earlier. As strange as that seemed to her, she could believe that. What confused her is when he wouldn't let her call her brother, saying he had to keep the phone lines open in case CTU called. Since service was spotty after the nuke, he'd need both phones to be available.
It sounded almost plausible, as much as anything else he said did. Though she nodded along when he had said it, deep down Caiti had a feeling something else was going on here. She almost convinced herself that something had happened and Chris had been injured -- or worse, killed -- in the explosion and no one was telling her.
Finally, the agent told Caiti that her sister would be working at CTU into the night and wouldn't be here till the morning. She had taken this as her cue to say she was going to go to sleep, so she did. Lying in the bed, lights off and wide awake, she knew that she was too tense to sleep even if she wanted to. She just had to hear Chris' voice and know that she was okay. Waiting several hours until it was the middle of the night and she didn't hear the agent moving around anymore, Caiti slipped out of bed and walked out into the kitchen to call Chris.
Carefully picking the phone up off of the receiver, she dialed the numbers to Chris' cell phone.
11:07 PM
Something was wrong.
At first, Caiti had been too shocked by the nuke to think of much else. While Agent Henderson spent a few hours trying to get in touch with CTU, she hadn't been paying attention, instead watching the news coverage. She couldn't believe all those people - the kids in the pool, the elderly couple down the street, everyone she saw in the grocery store - they were all dead now. All the people she saw today were gone, just shadows on the wall.
After a while, she turned off the television. There was no new information coming in and if she kept watching, Caiti knew she was going to start crying and she didn't want to cry in front of a stranger. She asked him, twice, about her sister and each time he told her she was being kept on at CTU. Even though she was in danger too, from what he said earlier. As strange as that seemed to her, she could believe that. What confused her is when he wouldn't let her call her brother, saying he had to keep the phone lines open in case CTU called. Since service was spotty after the nuke, he'd need both phones to be available.
It sounded almost plausible, as much as anything else he said did. Though she nodded along when he had said it, deep down Caiti had a feeling something else was going on here. She almost convinced herself that something had happened and Chris had been injured -- or worse, killed -- in the explosion and no one was telling her.
Finally, the agent told Caiti that her sister would be working at CTU into the night and wouldn't be here till the morning. She had taken this as her cue to say she was going to go to sleep, so she did. Lying in the bed, lights off and wide awake, she knew that she was too tense to sleep even if she wanted to. She just had to hear Chris' voice and know that she was okay. Waiting several hours until it was the middle of the night and she didn't hear the agent moving around anymore, Caiti slipped out of bed and walked out into the kitchen to call Chris.
Carefully picking the phone up off of the receiver, she dialed the numbers to Chris' cell phone.