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[june 23/24]
May. 30th, 2021 09:33 amThe first day, Marcus gets to work -- a place where he has an office now, one he shares, but still strange enough -- and finds Robin isn't there. This isn't exactly unusual, as she obviously has things to attend to outside of the Home, but by mid-morning, when she still hasn't arrived, Marcus goes looking for someone who might know where she is. He tries Flora first, but can't find her, then Janie, with whom he's developed a rather wonderful friendship, only to discover she isn't in the kitchen where she would normally be.
The few staff members he can find are busy and flustered, trying to pick up the slack where the missing bodies have most been noticed, and Marcus pitches in with a gnawing worry in his stomach.
He's exhausted by the end of the day, they all are, but he calls Dan and tells him what's happened, that some of the staff are missing. He stays the night after he's spoken with Dan to let him know his plan, though he doesn't sleep much. The children need him, especially when he's woken up around two in the morning by screaming babies, and he runs into their room only to realize Amelia is nowhere to be found.
The morning of the twenty-third, he makes some calls. Dan, Sabrina, Kat, Neil. He needs help, both with running the Home, and with trying to figure out what the hell is going on. He had asked Margaret, one of the nurses, to start making calls and she'd nodded and grabbed the staff listing, sitting down at the front desk to call everyone who was missing. By the time Marcus returned, she was gone, the phone beeping angrily where it lay on the floor. He returned it to its cradle, then called the police department, only to be told by a frazzled sounding man they were dealing with all kinds of disappearances now and if he could just handle things, the department would really appreciate it.
Before Marcus could answer, the man on the other end of the line disconnected their call, and two toddlers began to scream from down the hall. In a moment, Marcus becomes painfully aware just how much assistance he really needs.
The staff of the Home, from what he can tell, are gone. All of them. For the moment, he's the only one in the building over the age of eighteen, and for all he loves these kids, he knows he can't do this alone. All he can do for the moment is hope some reinforcements arrive soon.
Once things are settled, tentatively, and he gets some help here, Marcus sneaks outside for a cigarette, standing on the front steps, smoking hurriedly, knowing he doesn't have all that much time before some other crisis arises and he's needed back inside.
The few staff members he can find are busy and flustered, trying to pick up the slack where the missing bodies have most been noticed, and Marcus pitches in with a gnawing worry in his stomach.
He's exhausted by the end of the day, they all are, but he calls Dan and tells him what's happened, that some of the staff are missing. He stays the night after he's spoken with Dan to let him know his plan, though he doesn't sleep much. The children need him, especially when he's woken up around two in the morning by screaming babies, and he runs into their room only to realize Amelia is nowhere to be found.
The morning of the twenty-third, he makes some calls. Dan, Sabrina, Kat, Neil. He needs help, both with running the Home, and with trying to figure out what the hell is going on. He had asked Margaret, one of the nurses, to start making calls and she'd nodded and grabbed the staff listing, sitting down at the front desk to call everyone who was missing. By the time Marcus returned, she was gone, the phone beeping angrily where it lay on the floor. He returned it to its cradle, then called the police department, only to be told by a frazzled sounding man they were dealing with all kinds of disappearances now and if he could just handle things, the department would really appreciate it.
Before Marcus could answer, the man on the other end of the line disconnected their call, and two toddlers began to scream from down the hall. In a moment, Marcus becomes painfully aware just how much assistance he really needs.
The staff of the Home, from what he can tell, are gone. All of them. For the moment, he's the only one in the building over the age of eighteen, and for all he loves these kids, he knows he can't do this alone. All he can do for the moment is hope some reinforcements arrive soon.
Once things are settled, tentatively, and he gets some help here, Marcus sneaks outside for a cigarette, standing on the front steps, smoking hurriedly, knowing he doesn't have all that much time before some other crisis arises and he's needed back inside.
