Communications

>> We should name him Hector.
>> Hector the Hedgehog.

>> Happy birthday!
>> Pick your cupcakes up from reception when you have a chance.
>> And prepare yourself for hedgehog viewings.

>> I've been thinking.
>> We absolutely have to do something for your birthday this year.
>> Cupcakes at your reception area of work isn't good enough.

[Text Message to Jim Kirk]
>> You're back to normal, right?
>> Everything's fine?
>> Joanna's been asking for you.
>> Poker? Friday? My place?

[Identical Text Messages to James Wilson and John Watson]
>> I've been told by a very pushy eleven year old who lives in my apartment, that I don't have enough friends.
>> I disagree with her, but it's hard to persuade her when she's on these weird kicks.
>> So, I need to show her that I have a social life.
>> Poker? Friday? My place?

Dearest of Husbands,

( This Book. It's next. )

[Identical Texts to Watson and Wilson]
>> Are you dressing for Halloween?
>> My surgeons are all trying to convince me to.
>> Not exactly professional, is it?

So I went to the Barnes and Noble next door on my lunch break, and came across a book I can't wait to read to you tonight.

I snapped a photo of it for you.

Love you.

>> I have to stay late tonight.
>> To catch up on work.

>> My brothers are having a party for the 4th.
>> (No, you shouldn't ask the obvious, here)
>> I said I'd go when Sam asked.
>> I think you should, too.
>> (If only because I suspect Deryn might
>> need medical attention before the end of the night.)

( Delivered to the office of one James Wilson )

>> I don't know what you possibly said.
>> But it worked like some sort of miracle magic.
>> I owe you, mate.

( [Text Messages to Fleur Delacour] )
( [Text Messages to James Wilson] )
( [Text Messages to Mako] )
( [Text Messages to John Watson] )
( [Text Messages to Lo] )

>> Will be home late, or possibly not at all, depending.
>> Sam seems to be having a hard time with his dreams
>> and requires a drinking partner.
>> No need to worry, though.

It was the first chance Amy had to click on her phone all day. After a long photo shoot (which was amazing, though she was awfully distracted) she clicked her phone on. The lock screen was changed. Timone.

She clicked a couple more times and pulled up James Wilson's phone number, then clicked to dial it.

Ring Ring.

To: percy.weasley@gmail.com
From: james.wilson@health.uci.edu
Subject: This basically is how I feel about you.

Click here.

Love,
James

>> I think this is the longest workday, yet.
>> I might be here all night.
>> Thinking of taking a dinner break around 8.
>> Will you be off by then?

>> Free Saturday?
>> My coworker (Sam) has suggested a double date.
>> By attending this

>> Miss you, now.
>> And as it's a bit late, I assume you are home.
>> I believe you were telling me that if you're home, I can be, too.
>> So.
>> Going to do that, then.
>> If that's okay.

( Delivered to James Wilson. )

>> Who are you
>> And what have you done with my boyfriend?

Percy? I uh. I seem to have caught that singing thing, and I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry in advance for any problems with your eardrums.

( Cut for song length. )

>> I don't think I've ever been so happy to say this.
>> But I'm finally out of work.

>> Helping a friend paint her apartment this evening. It is going as well as can be expected.
>> And I have to work late tomorrow.
>> Because I have a job interview.

>> Busy after work?