Seattle. Cecilia looked at Owen, mouth partially open. Her brain was slow to process- no. Slow to accept that she'd heard him correctly. She closed and opened her mouth several times in search of something to say, and came up blank. If he was telling the truth, the idea that they had been taken on opposite ends of the country was deeply disquieting.
Realizing she had absolutely nothing good or helpful to say, she turned to the computer and grabbed the mouse, searching for the day's date. It was nowhere to be found. She frowned and tried clicking around a little more, to no success. "Let's get out of here," she murmured, leaving the desk. "I don't like any of this."