#penelope foster

[spiraling-webs]

There's a knock on Eric's door, firm and simple. No matter where in the house he is, he hears it, and he knows who's knocking.

Edward waits patiently for Eric to answer, re-reading the message Graham sent him and tapping his foot slightly. He is just as he was when he first met Eric, for familiarity sake.

((Answer on the 27th))

Eric was in the bedroom, Tahlia in his arm. He was resting, which Penelope wanted him to do. Finally resting after so long. The doctors weren't able to save the arm. That was okay. It was unfortunate, but it was okay.

Penelope sat by them, extremely tired herself, but she didn't want to sleep yet. Not yet. She leaned and in and kissed his head, whispering a sweet nothing to him. Upon pulling back, Eric's eyes opened, and he was trying to sit up. Struggling and failing. Penelope heard the door and, upon seeing Eric's reaction, got the feeling it was for something she wasn't going to like.

While Eric struggled, Penelope rushed downstairs and opened the door. "Can I help you?" She asked, not hiding her irritation.

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

Penelope groaned as she entered the library, mumbling softly as she looked around for a quiet corner to sit for another minute. Maybe she should take maternity leave early. She still had about eight weeks left. She wanted to work until the last minute, but...

Oh well.

Rubbing her stomach, she stopped and saw someone... vaguely familiar. "Allison?"

[ @ericfosterpi ]

Amelie was putting back some books back into the shelves when they heard the voice. Fuck it's her. Too late to hide. Should they be nice? God knows what Ephie would do to them if it tried to mess with Penelope. They're not keen on finding out either.

"It is Amelie. How may I help you¿?"

It turns to Penelope, putting on its usual customer service smile and voice.

[spiraling-webs]

It had been around two weeks since Erika had visited the Institute, getting randomly sick made that so, but she felt better in recent days.

She was in the lobby/entrance, waiting to get a visitors pass, An unfortunate downside to leaving the Institute but luckily the only downside.

@researchercase

"- I don't understand the tapes either, love," Penelope said as she walked, one hand holding a phone to her ear while the other held her swollen stomach. "They're kind of cool. We should get one and- don't say no, you didn't even hear my pitch-... no fun." She groaned, taking a deep breath. "Nothing, just your daughter practicing for the 3024 London Olympics. She's active today," she said with a laugh.

"My lunch is almost over, I'll call when I'm off... okay... okay, yes. Love you, too." She gave the phone kisses before hanging up. "You mind if I sit there?" Penelope asked the stranger before sitting next to her. "Sorry. Just need to sit for a second."

[spiraling-webs]

There is a very gentle knock on Penelope's door, followed by the doorbell, after the person presumably just spotted it.

Penelope had Tahlia in her arms, rocking her gently. Her mind was in shambles. She had no idea what was real and what wasn't anymore. She needed to talk to someone, but... who was there? Eden? They weren't really close. Erika? Maybe, but what would she say?

When she heard the doorbell, she carefully put Tahlia in her basinet before heading to the door and opening it up. "Hello?"

[spiraling-webs]

The security guard from the Magnus Institute is following me. They don't look happy. I'm fucking terrified. If anything happens to me, it was them!

[spiraling-webs]

I don't understand. Who would want to kidnap Eric?!

Found his car, wallet, and phone at the edge of our street, cops all around. No fingerprints, no witnesses, no anything.

He's not at any hospital so... who took him and why?

I can't take much more of this

[spiraling-webs]

Late in the evening, there was a gentle and polite knock on Eric and Penelope's door.

@the-fallow-library

Eric was holding Tahlia, rocking her gently. She was such a happy baby. It made Eric happy to see her smile. To know she was safe.

"Almost bedtime," Penelope said, sitting on the couch with Eric and their daughter.

"I know," Eric said, tiredness clear in his voice, in his face. "You want to take care up?"

Penelope nodded and took her carefully, avoiding Eric's bandaged arm. "I'll feed her while we're up there. If you need anything, call."

He wouldn't. They both knew that. Eric watched her disappear upstairs. Then there was a knock on the door, and Eric stood. If he had his hand on his gun, that was his business. He peeked through the peephole and relaxed, only slightly. "Ephie?" He said as he opened the door.

[spiraling-webs]

How's he doing?

-Ephie @the-fallow-library

He's not sleeping much. Keeps having nightmares...

-Penelope