Trooper Station- Sunday

[also-audrey.livejournal.com]

You don't want to know just how long Audrey had been trying to map out the disappearances from the board. In fact, this was the first time she'd really ever felt out of her depth at work. You try figuring out how to map something when you couldn't work with concrete places or coordinates, just things like "2179 AD, Earth" or "a galaxy far, far away" and see if you feel good at your job. And how did you show that an entire place was gone? Spreadsheets would probably be less messy.

When she returned to her desk from the mess that was the map on the wall, she found a message on her phone. So she dialed up her voicemail, and listened.

And while it was pretty clear to her what was going on in that message, and that the person leaving it just wasn't there anymore, there might have been a "...The hell?" said while listening. Maybe more than once.

[I couldn't not. Totes open.]