Who? Abi & Ernie & Charlie Where? Beginning at the apartments When? Backdated to the morning of the explosion. What? Getting the hell outta dodge. Rating? Language, at least. Open? Ask first, but yes.
Ernest had wanted absolutely nothing to do with Kat's plan. When a meeting had been called, he hadn't attended. He had heard through the grapevine that they were going to want to be out of the way that evening, but it was early morning and he was letting his family sleep. He had gathered little bits of information, but it wasn't something he wanted to bother Abi with. He downplayed it, although of course she could ask Kat for herself if she wanted to know.
There were some things that never left you, and reacting in threatening situations was one of them. He knew warzones. He knew explosions. In fact, he all but rolled his eyes when he heard it, sighing as if it was just as inconvenient as a delayed train. So much for the evening.
But then he heard Charlie wake up, crying in panic, and he remembered where he really was. He'd dashed to his son's room first, picking him straight up out of bed. He tried to say some reassuring things as he carried him through to his study and got him to sit under his desk.
"I'm going to get mama, Charlie. Stay under here. It's okay, I'll be back with mama," he insisted, wanting to tell him not to cry but knowing that seemed a cruel request all things considered.
He moved quickly through to find his partner, his tone changing from urgency to irritated.
"That friend of yours is a pain in my ass, you know," he told her, rummaging in a drawer to find a flashlight. "Charlie's in the study, obviously scared shitless. Are you okay?" he asked, his tone softening a little as he reminded himself that perhaps this wasn't quite so commonplace to the rest of his family.