fighting the good fight with eggs and milk! (i_eggstir) wrote in we_coexist,
"Don't have anything to give him a scent with. Whole apartment disappeared, couldn't find it on foot, cab driver said that the address didn't exist."
Oswin barely managed to keep her voice even, just managing to keep the panic that she felt in check. The program she created kept running, dancing over maps and schematics of The City, looking for where the apartment might be relocated.
"I don't understand. He can't have just disappeared..."
Oswin frowned, the first crack in her normally wise cracking exterior.