☄ (( I guess all other numbers are null; Guess they're on public group missions? ))
☄: My muse is lost, luckily there is cellphone reception- does my muse dare to call yours for help?
It's cold. That's the first thing he realizes. The second is he's trying to place where he is.
It's somewhere in the States; he knows he didn't leave the states chasing that villain. But now his ring is dead and he's lost and it's cold.
He fumbles with his phone, tapping through the numbers. Who could find him quickest? He frowns some as he flips through the contacts and pauses, his thumb hovering over the button.
With the wisdom and speed of gods, she could certainly find him and get there fast. The real question was which Mary would answer?
His teeth chattering together tell him that he'll just have to trust it. He presses the call button and holds the phone up.