"Hey, Neets," Ronan said, when his call connected. He was at the front desk -- a little late, maybe, but he was distracted enough that he'd half-forgotten what day it was -- with coffee, worry in his voice.
The number of wizards back home kept going down
; he was afraid to check for names of people he knew, at this point, but between the problems he'd heard about with the Causeway and his concerns with his own spells given the way the universe was falling apart, he hadn't yet figured out a way to go home and a) check or b) help.
Not to mention, if anywhere
was going to figure this out, it was Fandom, and he couldn't help if he'd vanished with his home universe, right?
(If you read that for rationalising, well, you'd only be half-wrong.)
"Yeah, no, I'm just calling to check in," he said, smiling that at least she
was still around to talk to. "Wondering how things are going for you. ( Any problems lately? )
Much happier after his phone call -- Nita was still around, at least, and he had a way to get home that was safer than trying to make the jump himself. Now to make it through the day.[Open and OCD-free!]