Jan 24, 2018
@lydisms
“You don’t understand, I can’t physically leave Beacon Hills! There’s a quarantine!” Alistair spoke desperately into the phone at the front desk of the Library. He’d been hunting a certain book for two months. And now that he’d finally pinpointed its location he could no longer leave to retrieve it. “No, please, listen,” he continued, “If you’ll just hold it there I’ll be able to co- Hello? Hello!?” The dial tone answered him back. With a groan of frustration, Alistair sunk in his seat and pushed his hands through his hair. “You’ve got to be kidding me…”
