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longaevusIt had been a few days since everyone had returned, since the chaos of what had occurred had ended. And someone was missing. It would have been easy to notice in a place of this size but for Helen this person was hard to miss - he'd been living with her.
And she cared.
She'd made certain to check when everything had ended, sending first a text to his tablet before checking every room in the Sanctuary. She'd left it a few days before openly checking the network, giving him chance to reply or for him to show up in the Sanctuary.
And he hadn't.
It made Helen worry; if he hadn't returned was anyone else trapped? And if not... she could still think of him, still worry unlike when she hadn't seen James for some time. This was different, and it wasn't good.
When Helen flicked on her tablet, using voice rather than visual (she didn't know quite how composed she was, announcing (asking) something like this was different to a thought, she kept her query short; keeping it concise.
"It's been a little time since you returned from what occurred, and hopefully those that were affected are well and unharmed?" She paused briefly, giving enough of a pause to be polite before moving on.
"I was wondering if anyone had seen a man named Dwight Hendrickson whilst they were there, or after they'd returned?" If not... it would be obvious, she thought, as to what had happened.
Helen left it there, not adding on her further thought of 'I haven't heard from him since' to it. She hoped that the worst hadn't occurred.
Helen shut off her tablet, shrinking it back down to pocket size before letting out a soft sigh. It had been a long time since she'd felt this; loss was one thing but these feelings attached? Picking her tablet up Helen slipped it into her jacket pocket, exitting her office - she needed to think.
And she cared.
She'd made certain to check when everything had ended, sending first a text to his tablet before checking every room in the Sanctuary. She'd left it a few days before openly checking the network, giving him chance to reply or for him to show up in the Sanctuary.
And he hadn't.
It made Helen worry; if he hadn't returned was anyone else trapped? And if not... she could still think of him, still worry unlike when she hadn't seen James for some time. This was different, and it wasn't good.
When Helen flicked on her tablet, using voice rather than visual (she didn't know quite how composed she was, announcing (asking) something like this was different to a thought, she kept her query short; keeping it concise.
"It's been a little time since you returned from what occurred, and hopefully those that were affected are well and unharmed?" She paused briefly, giving enough of a pause to be polite before moving on.
"I was wondering if anyone had seen a man named Dwight Hendrickson whilst they were there, or after they'd returned?" If not... it would be obvious, she thought, as to what had happened.
Helen left it there, not adding on her further thought of 'I haven't heard from him since' to it. She hoped that the worst hadn't occurred.
Helen shut off her tablet, shrinking it back down to pocket size before letting out a soft sigh. It had been a long time since she'd felt this; loss was one thing but these feelings attached? Picking her tablet up Helen slipped it into her jacket pocket, exitting her office - she needed to think.
