[He half expects an answering machine and he knows that he really should be trying to make his way downstairs to meet Tyler since it might take three times as long in his current state - if he's lucky - but he can't go without trying. He has already thrown some clothing, a toothbrush, and a notebook with long lists of ideas and scribbles gleaned from his interview with the botanica owner and his own research - all of it scattered into a bag messily. He has added another band-aid to his left hand. He is also constantly apologizing to poor Simba.]

Erato? Sweetheart, if you're there and can, pick up. If not, please be careful. Take care of yourself and call my cell phone if you need me.