@dealingmanipulator // plotted
It had been six days since Anomaly had been at the hotel.
Now, it wasn't unusual for Dr. Carrard to sometimes be gone for a day or few in a row, he had the ultimate failure of getting wrapped up on his work and forgetting to do anything but his work, but Anomaly wasn't like that. They rarely left the hotel now, except when one of the others dragged them out to enjoy more than their own company.
Six days, they'd left to go get something, they'd texted Dr. Carrard that they were going to get a few things to upgrade their computer and that was it. They hadn't returned. Not for the past six days.
They hadn't answered their phone, not for the numerous amount of times any of them had tried calling them or texting them. All of their things were still in their room as they had left them, so it was unlikely that they had just decided to leave and stay gone.
Dr. Carrard had checked everywhere he knew they had essentially ever been, but not only were they not there, no one had even seen them. It was like they'd just. Fallen off the face of hell.
It's late, nearing the end of the sixth day of their shared attempts to find Anomaly, when Alastor will receive a call from the doctor. His tone is calm. Too calm, that upbeat tune it has dropped for his doctoring tone. "i've found them. we are heading back to the hotel. there is ah... some problem."
