Who: Isaiah Jones and Lydia Jones Hamilton What: Ice cream, sherbert, and breaking the news about reincarnation When: Backdated to December 22, 2010 Where: Lydia's house in L.A. Warnings: None
Isaiah didn't normally speed both because he didn't want a ticket and because he wasn't sure his tin-can of a car could take it, but he figured today could just be an exception. When his sister had called him that morning complaining about her hangover, he'd figured he'd probably end up stopping by that afternoon with soup or ice cream or something. He hadn't really expected for her to start talking about a mumbling voice in her head named Edward. There was only one thing that could mean- Lydia was a reincarnate. And there was no way Isaiah was just going to leave his sister by herself and wondering what was going on until the Agency finally arrived to explain things. He was just going to do it himself. He dreaded the thought of admitting his secret to her, of having her know about Sayid and potentially finding out about his other half's past, but what else could he do? Lydia was his sister. He'd do anything for her.
As he promised, he stayed on the phone with her as he drove, keeping it pinned between his shoulder and his ear so he could keep both hands on his very shaky steering wheel. Thanks to his reckless driving and incredible luck at not passing by a cop, he managed to get to Lydia's oversized house in a record twenty minutes. He parked his car on the driveway, not at all caring or noting how out of place his rusty blue car looked against the lavish surroundings. He had other things to take care of. He grabbed the plastic bag on the seat next to him and scrambled out of the car, his keys in his other hand.
"Okay, I'm here, and I'm coming in, alright? See you in a second," and before Lydia could say anything else he used the hand holing the bag to click his phone shut and shove it in his pocket. He sorted through the keys as he jogged up the walkway, nearly tripping a few times, but managed to not fall before he got to the door and could let himself in.
"Lydia?" He shouted, frowning as his voice echoed in the vast and nearly empty house. "Where are you?"