[He'd listened to Dani's message a couple of days after she left it - listened to it several times - and although he was pleasantly surprised to hear from her, the message itself wasn't really good news. It was odd how except for the blind date which went great, they kept having trouble following up. They had to keep rescheduling things - bad timing, even with something so simple as a phone call or text message. And somehow, no matter what they did, she was always the one apologising even though he'd assured her there was no reason to.
He meant to get in touch when he returned to the States. He did. But then news of some rock falling from the sky, shaking the grounds finally reached him, and he was on the phone, a slightly frustrated noise escaping him when his call went straight to voice mail.]
"Dani, it's Lorenzo. I've just heard about the earthquakes and I wanted to make sure you're alright. Let me know you're fine when you get this, please... [A soft sigh.] A short text or something. I hope you're okay. Bye."
>>Now that things are SEEMING to have calmed for the moment, there is a good chance I'll actually reach you. >>What's happened to you? There have been a few rumors about what happened out there at the ranch, I... >>Gas explosion. They're saying that you were caught in a gas explosion. >>Please be all right, Steve, please don't be dead or seriously hurt. >>Call me, please?
>> I'm doing alright, yes. >> The house is a bit damaged, nothing serious. >> My dog went missing, but she's home safe and sound. >> Are you home, safe, and sound? >> I owe you lunch and several explanations.
Before anyone says anything NO I did not bring the small furry creature into the house. It was already in the house and I didn't know what to do with it so I put it in the guest bathroom bathtub.
>> Nga has found something puffy and ridiculously soft. >> I told her that you might not wish to keep it. >> I can already tell you this is not a battle we will win.
At dusk, in his darkening room, Obi-Wan sits on the floor, his back pressed against his bed and his legs folded beneath him. His cell phone falls the short distance from his fingers to the carpet. His jaw is clenched, though he knows it should not be; he knows everything he feels he should not feel: frustration, anger, fear...
The Third Pillar: Self-Discipline. It continually eludes him... As does peace... As does harmony... As does serenity...
But he closes his eyes, and begins his search anyway...
}} Kitty... Can you hear me? Kitty where are you? {{
And damn everything, if the vision of a freighter doesn't suddenly lurch into view. Kitty and another woman! Mai! Women in cages below deck! With a gasp, his eyes snap open.
>> There are two wee puffball creatures in my apartment. >> They're sort of cute even if I can't tell that they've got faces. >> But I don't know what they are. >> So I don't know what to do with them. >> Or what to feed them. >> Any idea?
Haven't seen you the last few days. Reckon you're too stubborn to get hurt, but I'd like to make sure anyhow. Takes a while to break in a new neighbor and I'm not keen on starting afresh.
[Text to Tywin Lannister] Hey dad. It's your dyslexic good-for-nothing son Jemima. Haven't heard back from you yet since the first quake. Please get in touch.
"Doctor Smith? It's Amy. They found Rory. He... the building he was in collapsed, but they found him. All I know is he's still breathing and he's in St. Joe's hospital. And he's going to be all right. He has to be all right. I'm on my way there now."