Mask or Menace ☂ IC Phone Post

[numberthree]

INBOX Voice | Text | Call | Video | Surprise Me A flat computer automated voice comes on and states in monotone: "This is the voicemail box for Allison Hargreeves. Leave a message at the beep."

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[numberthree]

[ He lets it ricochet off of him, without an answer. Or at least not a real one. But she doubts it's anything like a bomb, strapped to his chest, beaming out through the cloth of his shirt, showing itself off to the whole rest of the world. She'd really rather not be at three-thousand feet with a bomber.

Her life is overly complicated enough as it is right now.

Allison turns gamely enough, walking toward the plane at his side. Trying not to focus too hard on the stairs, the thought that she could turn around, unmake this decision before it's made. Before barriers are crossed, and doors closed, and borders crossed. Except it's not any other month, or week, or even year. Nothing about her feels like the girl who could just have stepped out to get them coffee anymore. ]

None of the above.