Erwin's sleep is abruptly cut short by the jarring ring of his burner phone, 11 minutes before his alarm was set to go off. He groggily checks the missed call. Erwin: Collect call from Strangerville Police Department? Who the hell is Abigail Dune? A total of five other entrusted sims have the number to this particular phone. Not recognizing the name, he chalks it up to a wrong number.
Another call from the police department infiltrates Erwin's day, this time while he's running the Curio shop.
Erwin: What? Christina Brooks? This can't be a coincidence...
Erwin's eyes shift to a sloppily-jotted note-to-self written on a sticky note that reads "RULE: Corie Tyko date at bistro-keep eyes on prize". A cryptic reminder he kept shoved in his belt bag, warning him to avoid any glances across the street, where the two were clearly enchanted by each other's company. He crumples the note up and shoves it back in his belt bag, accepting his defeat. He watches as they giggle between passionate, sensual kisses. Tycho's holding her in his arms, her limbs are wrapped around him, he kisses her so deeply, that her little sun hat falls right off her head. Erwin smiles briefly. He would've died to be in those shoes... a few years ago. He can't believe that's the same Tycho that would chastise anyone who even thought about showing any public displays of affection, just a few years ago. He misses that Tycho. Erwin decides to close the shop early today.
Erwin: Well... the calls aren't related to them, at least.
Erwin returns to the Old Penelope Bunker, passing by his roommates on the way in, all outside living their regular lives. He receives the usual enthusiastic welcome from Astro. Although Erwin despises his daily swim, he find comfort in the routine. However, his moment of solace is stolen by yet another phone call.
Erwin: They called again, Astro. This time it's from an Amber Bennett. I've never heard that name before. Why are so many different inmates trying to reach me, and how did they even get my number? Only a select few have this number. It's not adding up.
Paranoia begins to take hold of Erwin. He meticulously checks every corner of the bathroom for hidden cameras or microphones before stepping into the shower. His mind races. He knows that answering the next call could be risky, but uncertainty pushes him to the brink.
Unable to bear the anticipation, Erwin leaps out of the shower, vigorously patting himself dry with a towel and wrapping it around his waist. He checks his phone for any missed calls... nothing.
He voices his thoughts out loud.
Erwin: I'm getting multiple phone calls from the Strangerville jail. Inmates at the Strangerville Police Department are allowed one phone call a day, so this explains why all the calls are from different sims. Someone is trying reach me, and they're using inmates as messengers. Clever.
Astro: [Cocks head and whines] Erwin: I know, boy. Everyone in Strangerville with this number has been accounted for. Coni was with Rorie in the kiddie pool, Sunglo and Cecilia were doing repairs outside. And Tyke... well he's clearly lost in the clouds chasing an angel. It ain't them.
Erwin: .. So did someone get my number? If so... how? And WHO? Wait... What if they're... not in Strangerville? The only person I haven't heard from today is... OH NO.
Erwin rushes to frantically get his clothes on.
Erwin: ROBIN IS IN JAIL