ic contact; MoM

[coppelganger]

Hey, it's Sarah. Leave a message.

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voicemail, after beth.

[puppydoctor]

[It doesn't take a psychic to tell that something is wrong. A new clone shows up, and Sarah goes MIA. It's been ages since their conversation in the kitchen, the night she came clean about it all, but George remembers every word. A sister who died, an identity stolen - and now, what he can only guess is overwhelming guilt.

He knows she won't pick up, so he lets the call ring through to her familiar voicemail.]

Hey. I know this probably feels like hell, but I need you to let me know you're safe. Not "alright", not "okay", just safe. You don't have to call, you don't have to tell me where you are. Just text me and tell me if I need to worry.

text;

[coppelganger]

[ She doesn't respond for... a while, but after several hours, there's a text back. ]

i'm fine. no worries.

[ She's not fine. ]

[puppydoctor]

i absolutely 100% believe you

[The sarcasm is tangible.]

what all have you had to drink

[coppelganger]

[ wow george rude >:C ]

is that your business?

[puppydoctor]

no, but you've been my girlfriend long enough for me to recognize a bad night, even from a city away
and i love you too much to ignore it

[coppelganger]

[ God, how dare he be so understanding and loving. She's tempted to just ignore him and conveniently lose her phone somewhere, but habit forces her into answering. ]

its all under xontrol, george. i'll talk to you later

[puppydoctor]

[He can clearly see by now that his efforts are just going to worsen things. It isn't one of those nights where he can soften her.]

be careful

[And with a sad, bitter sigh, he tries in vain to go back to sleep.]