[ It takes Allison a moment looking at the poped up words, before she remembers. But there's a freeze that went with it and she realizes it more when she's blinking her gaze from the words and focusing back on Luther's suddenly focused expression -- that she can read clearer than words; choking hope warring with ready warriness for good or bad news updated -- before she waves a hand, with a shake of her head, to say it's not Klaus.
Everyone's on such high alert. With good reason.
Because it feels wrong to stop for the night. For even the necessity of sleep. But they can't find him if they can't stand up. Yet still even with that truth, they've both been dragging their feet leaving the study. (Each other.) While one of them is already missing. ]
Sorry. My apologies for the strange message earlier. It was a mix up at your store.
Yes, I'm Allison, and no, sadly. We split into a number of parties but no one turned up anything today. There's no chance he contacted you since this morning either?
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Everyone's on such high alert. With good reason.
Because it feels wrong to stop for the night. For even the necessity of sleep. But they can't find him if they can't stand up.
Yet still even with that truth, they've both been dragging their feet leaving the study. (Each other.) While one of them is already missing. ]
Sorry. My apologies for the strange message earlier. It was a mix up at your store.
Yes, I'm Allison, and no, sadly. We split into a number of parties but no one turned up anything today.
There's no chance he contacted you since this morning either?