First Dawn ♱ Voice

[unpreach]

Hello? [The voice that comes through sounds uncertain at first. Her words spoken with a soft, southern drawl and while she can't be seen, she certainly sounds young.] My name is Kate Fuller.

[She'd gone over this so many times in her head before trying to use her phone and now none of it was coming out the way she wanted; a frustrated huff coming through the line, Kate's voice growing stronger as she pushes on.]

I - [Another barely audible huff] - don't expect anyone here to know who I am, but I'm looking for my brother Scott?

[Hesitating.]

And, some other people who... [Her words stutter to a stop, several seconds ticking by before she tries to cover.] I don't want to be any trouble, so. If anyone can point me to a list of people here or something like that, I'd really appreciate it.

Comments

[catchacold]

How old's your brother?

[He doesn't know him, he just tunes in sometimes, with words like 'brother' or 'sister'. Some instincts die hard.]

[unpreach]

Sixteen. [It almost sounds like a question, which in and of itself makes little sense.]

He's... [She hesitates, either unwilling or unsure how to elaborate.] Scott's, special. He wouldn't do well in a place like this without help.

[catchacold]

Ah. [He doesn't ask, he can fill in the blanks - if vaguely - and it's telling enough that he can at least guess at something. So he simply nods.]

Haven't heard about any Scott, but I'll keep an eye out. You look out for him usually?

[unpreach]

I appreciate it. [It's about what she expected and she's not sure whether to feel worried or relieved.]

I try? [Said with more than a trace of guilt.] It's just the two of us, so. He's, kind of my responsibility, you know?

[catchacold]

Might be better for him if he ain't here. Don't worry. It's complicated, but time doesn't really move on back where you're from. He'll be fine.

[Presumable, if he is fine so far at least. He can't really know that.]

Yeah, I know. Used to take care of my sister.

[unpreach]

I uh - [A humorless huff of a laugh spills over.] I've kind of, seen something like that before? The, time thing. And you're right it, probably is for the best.

[For both of them if she's being completely honest here.]

Yeah? [Warmth in that one word.] Used to as in... She's, grown up now?

[catchacold]

Yeah. She's around thirty, kinda stopped being my responsibility a long time ago.

[Not that he thinks of it that way, even if she certainly had.]

She's not here either. Might be good, not sure if Wonderland's ready.

[unpreach]

Do you really believe that? [A knowing lilt to her words.

Scott would outlive her by a very long time and yet she doubted she'd ever stop feeling responsible for him.]

Heh, Yeah I... know that feeling too. [The lightness she's pushed into her voice sounding forced rather than amused.]