San Francisco | Monday Evening

[neurotic_witch]

Chris had been feeling vaguely out of sorts for nearly a week. Like something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He had tried calling Savannah a few times, but she hadn't answered and he didn't want to leave messages and worry her.

At the moment, he was attempting to cook dinner. He... had not inherited his mother's cooking

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[walks_two_paths]

After talking to Sean and Eve, Savannah called the next person on her list.

[neurotic_witch]

"Ow, shit," Chris muttered as he answered the phone. Spaghetti sauce wasn't supposed to bubble like that. "Hello?"

[walks_two_paths]

"Chris?" The voice was very quiet.

[neurotic_witch]

And the spaghetti sauce was forgotten.

"Savannah, what's wrong?"