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[crushed_pearls]

Erin's voice mail message is in a weary voice: "Erin Peters. If you called in the middle of the night and I didn't answer, I'm dying. If I pick up and someone on your end isn't dying, they will be shortly. Text otherwise."

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[pointofhonoria]

Crabb shakes her head even though the question is not aimed at her. "Christ, no, no one should go back up there, we've made Friday kill herself once we don't need to give her more to worry about, and if looking at them did do something to my head like you're both worryin' about, I'm just not gonna let anyone else do that. Nope."

[be_seeing_you]

"No. I agree it's too much risk. If they do have the ability to alter perception just by viewing them then I think I'd better not."

[crushed_pearls]

"Alright. We've got our jobs, so. I think. I'm going to go scream in the spa for a bit, and then start doing mine. We good?"

[pointofhonoria]

Crabb reaches to find her hand and give it a squeeze, but nods. "For a measure of 'good', sure."

[be_seeing_you]

"Yes. Good." His tone is so dry it could suck the moisture out of the air.

This has been a terrible afternoon tea. And now he has to go find Ava. It's only going to get worse.