Las Vegas, Sunday Afternoon

[izzyalienqueen]

The unfortunate thing about life after Fandom was that it required a job that didn't give you time off for weirdness or the potential apocalypse. Isabel had managed to get through her shift on Saturday although she'd grown progressively more on edge as the evening wore on and she realized the number of staff people that weren't around when they

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[blessed_twice]

Wyatt orbed in in a panic. After checking the Book of Shadows, he'd called Chris to see if he'd noticed anything weird going on. Tried to call, that is. His number had been answered by a woman who swore she'd had the number for years. A call to Summer wasn't any better -- that number went to a bank.

Calling his grandfather had gotten him the person he expected, much to his relief, but when he asked if he'd seen Chris, Victor Bennett had no idea who he was talking about. He'd summoned Grams next, and she didn't know who Chris was, either. "Wyatt, you've always been an only child," she said, concerned about his apparent delusion. He didn't want her telling the Elders he was going insane so he tried to brush it off as being over-tired.

He'd been on the verge of tearing San Francisco apart to find the demons responsible for this when he'd gotten Isabel's call. That snapped him to his senses long enough to orb back to Las Vegas, but one look and Isabel could probably tell he was about to lose it.

[izzyalienqueen]

Four years and multiple crises (even if things had been pretty quiet since they'd left Fandom) meant that Isabel was pretty attuned to Wyatt's moods. So yes, one look and she was on her feet reaching for him.

"Who?"

[blessed_twice]

"Chris," he managed to get out, clinging to her like his life depended on it. "Grandpa Victor has no idea who he is. Summer, too, I think."

[izzyalienqueen]

She was doing some clinging of her own, trying to process the idea that yet more people she cared about were missing. "We'll get them back. I promise." How, Isabel had no idea. But she had to believe they would, otherwise she wasn't sure how either of them would cope.

[cantgetnorelief]

Apocalyptic scenarios weren't exactly a novelty for anyone living at the Hyperion, but that didn't stop Anders from grabbing his phone and calling Isabel back as soon as he'd gotten her message.

And drumming his fingers impatiently against the wall he was leaning against while the phone rang.

[izzyalienqueen]

Since her phone wasn't leaving her side, Isabel answered it pretty much instantaneously. "Thank god you're okay."

[cantgetnorelief]

That wasn't promising. "I'm fine," he answered, keeping his voice steady for her sake. "Doesn't sound like you are, though. Talk to me. What's going on?"

[izzyalienqueen]

"Short version? Multi-dimensional weirdness," she replied. "Longer version? People and places are going missing and no one really seems to be noticing. Chris has disappeared and his grandfather has never heard of him. He thinks Wyatt's an only child. Needless to say Wyatt's a wreck. Similar stuff is going on with my family."

[mparkerceo]

"What happened?" Parker asked as soon as Isabel picked up. "Also, Kamchatka is gone. Make of that what you will."

[izzyalienqueen]

Isabel would see that bet and double it.

"I'm no longer employed because my job is a big gaping spot of blackness on the Las Vegas strip!"

[mparkerceo]

"It's a what?" Parker asked, dumbfounded. "How is that even possible?"

[izzyalienqueen]

"No clue. It's not just there though. I noticed a few other smaller buildings that were missing on the ride home."

Isabel glanced towards the couch where Wyatt had finally fallen into an uneasy sleep. "But I've got bigger problems now."