"Ugh, what a mess."
The dimming light of the evening cut through the drapes and windows of his room within the MadT House. The house itself has shrunk over the years. Many who had resided in it had moved out, thus their room gone. Only a door to show it had been there, and that it could come back at any time.
His room was the core of the house and with everybody gone, it was just a normal dwelling. Though; still slightly bigger on the inside.
Absolem had moved the whole thing a bit closer to LA and replaced the inside of an existing condo with it. The whole thing had been so annoying.
But now that he had time to go into his room, there was dust everywhere. Absolem made a face and opened the windows in the hopes of getting some air in, and dust out. The House helped out and soon he was able to root around without constantly sneezing.
In the drawer of his desk, be found an address book. Sitting down, he pulled out his phone and went through the numbers. Crossing out disconnected numbers and ones that were used by others now.
Absolem doubted this one would even work. The man that owned it had a penchant for having to switch numbers, but to his delight the familiar voice read out the voicemail message. "Good evening Mr. Lioncourt, I hope this number still works. If it does, do call me back. It's been a very long time."
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