@noah-kennedy
Gone again. Annabelle knew this would be just another layover. She felt stupid for having hope. Here she was again, alone, having had her hopes pushed so utterly high only to be thrust down again. Where ‘here’ was, she wasn’t exactly sure, but she knew she at least wasn’t on the strip like some drunken tourist. She seemed to be in the park-- her park, when she was sober, she loved coming there to relax-- but she was most definitely alone, and alone wouldn’t do. She pulled out her phone, flipping through the contacts until one struck her fancy. She knew he’d answer. “Nooooahhh.... I need you..” She said softly into the phone, once she heard the call had been answered. “send that handsome butler out here to come get me... or you can come....” She huffed, biting her lip. “I don’t want to be alone.” The last sentence was quieter, almost incoherent.