Audrey's house: Hugh & Rafe
Hugh nodded, and with the nod there was at least a slight loosening of the nerves as Hugh reminded himself that Rafe was trained to protect and look for things that were off and that would have to serve them both right now, even if they were dealing with something completely supernatural. All Hugh had to do, in a manner of speaking, was not be the guy who got himself killed in the horror movie, and not think about whether or not Audrey had.
And thinking about it as a film did help, and maybe Hugh was better at writing (or at least character building) than he let on to Atticus, or maybe the fact that he had literally just played a heroic type in a horror movie a few months ago kicked in, and Hugh assigned himself a set of attributes that might or might not be realistic: curious but a little skeptical, brave, but definitely observant. And with Rafe's lead to follow rather than having to write it on his own, those things felt tenuously doable and he tried not to consider all the reasons they might not hold.
But maybe, even if they didn't find Audrey, she'd have left a note here or there'd be some clue as to where she'd gone. Or Noah or Hannah or Zee would check in and say they'd heard from Audrey or she was back at his house even. None of these things felt impossible in the mid-morning light of day. It all felt more possible than it had earlier in the morning, and it maybe didn't hurt that he'd had some food to settle in among the ridiculous amount of caffeine he'd also had.
"I'll come with you." If they had to split up then they could and Hugh would deal with that, but he didn't see the reason for it now. Plus if Audrey was here, she was less likely to freak out if she saw Hugh and somebody wandering her property than if she saw someone she didn't know - at least Hugh didn't think that she did - wandering her property. He stuck the key in his pocket for now. "I don't know what's back there actually. I've only been here after dark." The party, then the time he'd come to back with Audrey when Hannah had been gone. And neither time had the house felt anything other than just safe and warm and comfortable. Hugh frowned as he glanced up at it. Maybe less focus on how it felt now, or then, and just what he could actually observe. "After you," he glanced over to Rafe, offering a quick smile.