Room 406, late afternoon

[izzyalienqueen]

Wyatt had left early yesterday morning, promising to return soon. Isabel had tried not to panic as her increasingly frantic calls went unanswered. She'd tried to convince herself that his phone was dead, that they were just engrossed in whatever project they were working on but talking to Johnny made it obvious that wasn't the case

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[repeterpetrelli]

Peter decided he needed to touch base with Isabel in person. He went down the hall and knocked on her doorframe. "Hey."

[izzyalienqueen]

"Hey yourself," Isabel said as she finished washing the windows. "I'm glad to see you still in this century."

[repeterpetrelli]

"Ditto," Peter said. "Got your message. I'm sorry about Wyatt."

[izzyalienqueen]

"He's in Cairo. 1923. With Savannah," she told him. "At least he's not alone."

[rebelheartalien]

"Izzy?" Michael yelled over the loud music, stepping into the room. "Turn it down."

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel's head was buried in the bottom of her closet. It was amazing how quickly her shoes seemed to multiply. She sat back on her heels and waved her hands to turn the music down.

"You're still here. Good."

[rebelheartalien]

"I am", he confirmed. "But it got Ino and Andrew."

[izzyalienqueen]

"I know. Andrew wrote me," she nodded. "Did you hear from Ino?"