Apt. 351, Early Evening, Alec and Icene
It had taken some time, but the blanket Emma had used that day at the gallery had finally gone through the wash. In the back of his mind as he encountered the blanket while folding the laundry, Alec remembered he'd promised Emma that he'd make sure it got back where belonged.
He wasn't going to go all the way down to the hospital, but there was that CSI down on three. She'd likely be able to do something with it and, besides, it might give him the chance to ask, casually like, some of the questions that had been bothering him.
Figuring the rest of the laundry could wait until he got back, he tucked the blanket under his arm, grabbed his keys and locked the door behind him on his way out.
Hopefully she was in, or he'd really feel like an idiot.