I is sorry! I is slow :(
Christopher's lips curled into a tight smile, "Well, you know who to give a ring if anything ever came back." The man sighed heavily, staring down his hands with creases etched into his face like a weather-beaten statue. With every day that passes, and no answer, doubt began to cloud Christopher's mind. How can he be sure that his wife is still alive? It had been a while since he received any word from the kidnappers- days- and everything could have changed between then and now. Christopher cannot bring himself to put any trust in a Renegade's word- how can he? They hold themselves above common laws, how good is their word?
"Well," Christopher stood slowly, "Thank you for your time, and once again, I'm sorry to have dropped in unexpectedly like this."