He's off the chair and out the door in a heartbeat. "Where are you?" It's not so much a question as a demand to know.
Coat and car keys in hand, he's on his way. Doesn't matter where she is, he realizes with a sense of dawning dread, he'll go get her. He'll come find her first.
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Date: 2009-05-04 03:37 am (UTC)Coat and car keys in hand, he's on his way. Doesn't matter where she is, he realizes with a sense of dawning dread, he'll go get her. He'll come find her first.
"Emma, talk to me, sweetheart."