'Okay... that's. Not right...' Oliver dragged on, looking around the room now lit in warming yellow. He squinted in its brightness after the dark of the shop, carefully gazing over the furniture and tabletops, half expecting Verity to jump out laughing.
But her smiling face was no where to be seen. '...Daph?' Alright, now he was starting to really panic; Oliver could feel the prickling sensation building in his fingertips and upsetting his belly.