Room 406, evening

[izzyalienqueen]

They'd done what they'd set out to do. The angels were trapped.

Now it was just a matter of waiting.

Isabel hated waiting.

The door was closed.

[Door closed, post open...]

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[mparkerceo]

*ring*

Parker had take-out, booze, and a punk crashed out on her couch. Temporarily. Time to check in on the recently-traumatized.

And she was thinking about last week's trauma, at that.

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel reached for her phone, checked caller ID - no way was she going to even try to explain this to her mother - and flipped open the phone.

Yesterday's anger was gone. Now she was just worried. "Payback is an absolute bitch," she sighed.

[mparkerceo]

"Who are we maiming and why?" Parker asked, scissoring some rice into her mouth. "Also, hi. We're planning a heist on the Crown Jewels."

[izzyalienqueen]

"My boyfriend's either in 1923 Cairo or dead," Isabel said flatly. "Fucking Fandom Weirdness."

[blessed_twice]

Not too long after Isabel picked up the phone, Wyatt orbed into Isabel's room.

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel had had her head down as she rubbed her eyes. Three days with minimal sleep had them feeling like they were coated in sandpaper. But suddenly she just knew.

Looking up, she dropped the phone and just stared.

[blessed_twice]

"Hi," Wyatt said quietly, because any thoughts of a witty opening line fled his mind upon seeing Isabel. "I'm back."

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel was still with the staring, afraid it was just a dream.

Except he was real and he was standing there.

Forgetting all about Parker on the phone, Isabel got to her feet and slowly reached out to touch him.