[Tim doesn't get the message until the next morning. He's not in the habit of checking the EZWave before work, doesn't even check it daily usually, but now that both Jay and Alex are both locked up, he sort of feels a duty towards them, to check for new posts, to see if ToTheArk has graced them with his presence again, or worse, if that dreaded static, that faceless figure, is in the background of any of the broadcasts.
Instead he's faced with Sylvie, looking more than a little distraught, and in her nightwear. Tim's face clouds over with worry - something has happened, she's hurt. He doesn't care that it's still early, that he looks worse the wear for sleep and days on end of overtime. He needs to know if she's all right.]
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Instead he's faced with Sylvie, looking more than a little distraught, and in her nightwear. Tim's face clouds over with worry - something has happened, she's hurt. He doesn't care that it's still early, that he looks worse the wear for sleep and days on end of overtime. He needs to know if she's all right.]
...Sylvie? Of course I'm all right. Are you okay?