Thread: Falkland Twins Who: Ashley and Ryder Falkland. When: March 24. Afternoon. Where: School; Their Dorm room. What: Parental phone calls and other things.
Ryder was seated cross-legged on the makeshift double bed that was the center of their room, with his cell phone about five inches away from his ear. His mother was talking so loudly that he could have set the phone down, wandered into the bathroom and still heard her just fine. Probably. But he didn't test that theory, because she wouldn't appreciate it.
She was upset. Had been for the last couple days, ever since the bombings. Despite the fact that North Conway was nowhere near Richmond, Chicago or Denver. It didn't matter. Bad psychics were at work again, and ever since the kidnapping, the twins parents had both been... on edge. Not surprisingly.
Ryder's side of the conversation had been reduced to "Uh-huh. Yes mom. Yeah. Uh-huh. Okay. I will. I will." Then he held the phone out to Ashley. "She wants to talk to you."