Who: Elliot Stebbins and Alexander Williams What: Someone needs to talk to Alex. Where: Hogshead. When: Backdated to Thursday December 29.
When Alex stopped responding, it made Elliot antsy. He kept checking and rechecking, nervously awaiting the next answer. But nothing came. The words remained blank, and it made Elliot uncomfortable. Hogshead was no place for a fourteen year old boy to be, and frankly he found it completely irresponsible that the owner would even let the boy rent from him without any sort of legal guardian around. What if something happened to the kid? Elliot couldn’t imagine what the kid was going through that made him want to stay in a place like that instead of be with his family, and he knew he had to do what he’d hope someone would do if it were one of his children.
Elliot finished the smoares and hot chocolate for his children, settled them in the living room with their coloring books, and the radio set low. He then informed Marty that he’d be stepping out for a short period of time, and asked the eldest child to keep an eye on his siblings. He didn’t have a problem leaving his eldest in charge, the younger kids always listened to him, and he was almost an adult after all. He made sure the door was locked nice and tight before flooing over to the Hogshead. A kid his age, staying by himself in a pub like that wasn’t terribly common, so it only took him asking around to figure out just which room Alex was in.
He came to it, and realized he had no idea what to expect. He brushed his half nervous palms on his jeans before he knocked gently on the door. “Alex? It’s… Elliot Stebbins, we spoke on the journals.”