Lake Catherine, Maine: Thursday evening

[mparkerceo]

Since talking to Isabel earlier in the day, Parker had

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[cantgetnorelief]

Oh look, there was Parker's phone, ringing.

[mparkerceo]

And there was Parker, reflexively answering it. "Parker." Then a pause. "I swear."

[cantgetnorelief]

"Aw, frak," Anders groaned. "It got you too?"

[mparkerceo]

"It's like a creeping plague vector, silent for years, and then wham! You wake up with a morning case of Fandom. As well as other things." Parker added, "And don't think I'm not pissed that it skipped you, what the hell, Daisy."

That probably sounded extra-odd in a pissed-off baritone.

[hotceltogoth]

Hark, there's a ringing in the distance.

Or, y'know, it could be Parker's phone.

[mparkerceo]

This time, Parker checked the Caller ID. Eyebrows climbing, she answered it.

"Parker. With a guest appearance by a y-chromosome today."

[hotceltogoth]

"Oh, it hit you, too, then?" said the distinctly female voice on the other end of the phone. Between the caller ID and the equally distinct Irish accent, Parker could probably assume a) who was calling, and b) what had happened to him.

[mparkerceo]

"Like the fist of an angry God. Who has no reason to be mad at me this week, by the way," Parker clarified. Then grinned. "How are you enjoying your side of the mirror?"