seattle ; tuesday

[necroslacker]

Sam had walked all the way back to his house after waking up completely lost yesterday. He still had no memory of what had happened and that was scaring him. But, he'd made it back after multiple people had offered him help and some food. He didn't know how he must have looked to them if they were offering him food and shelter and water

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[whenshewasnice]

Having given Sam some time after the fiasco of the previous voicemail, Natalie had called him yesterday. Quite a few times, actually. And then cursed not knowing his friends' phone numbers. She really needed to get those.

This time, she was calling from that record store in the city. Because she'd been considering just barging in, yes.

[necroslacker]

Sam was currently getting yelled at by Ramon and glared at by Frank. When his phone rang, both his friends looked at it but Sam mostly ignored it. He was pretty numb and pretty sore.

So, he ignored the phone for the moment.

Sorry, Natalie. Try again...in a minute?

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie gave it fifteen -- no, twenty minutes, before trying again.

Already deciding that if her call didn't get picked up this time, she was heading out to his house.

[necroslacker]

It didn't get picked up this time either.

Sam was still arguing with both Frank and Ramon who wanted him to go to the hospital because of his feet and his general state of being. Sam argued back that he wasn't going anywhere near a hospital and he was leaving for parts unknown. They demanded to know where and he refused to tell them.

This time, no one heard the phone, basically. It wasn't being ignored, at least.