You've reached the voicemail of Elle Byers-Feynman. If this is related to my store, please call Groovy Books during normal business hours. For anything else, leave a message."
[ He wants to not say any over a network device is what he wants. It takes a LOT of effort to activate voice-to-text and he doesn't want to fuck this up or confuse anything. ]
Come home. Don't talk to mom. Don't call her. It's. Please. Come here.
[ He really, really wishes they knew someone who could portal.
By the time she gets there, he's sitting on the floor in front of the kids' room, leaning against the door. The door has a smudge of graveyard dirt on it. There's a blood sigil drawn on an open window, an overturned side-table and clear signs of at least a minor struggle.
Harry is fairly uninjured, at least. His leg hurts from where the table hit him, and his hand is bleeding from where he injured himself for magic-use. But he's breathing pretty rapidly, and his hands are shaking. ]
[ Since their return, Elle and Mike had been glued at the hip. They went everywhere together. Even on stupid things like errands. They’d been separate for a year without really knowing how the other was doing. So it’s prubab unsettling to see Eleven without Mike. But in the house she goes, stopping in the doorway to look at the scene with horror and then to rub to her dad. Mikeless and distressed. ]
Papa has Mikes body. He was fine when he went out to get breakfast stuff, but then he came back and...it wasn’t Mike. Mike would never call me Eleven.
[ Shell explain later how she recognized Papa from body language and tone and facial expression. For now, she’s going to go in to her brother and sister, all smiles and hugs and pretending for their sake that everything is fine. ]
I’m taking them to the SHIELD house. Okay? I want to take you to the clinic first.
[ He freezes at the idea of Elle's 'papa' being here. And having Mike's abilities. Later, he'll kick himself for the delay at mentioning it to Jemma. Even if nothing happens. ]
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Come home. Don't talk to mom. Don't call her. It's. Please. Come here.
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[ He really, really wishes they knew someone who could portal.
By the time she gets there, he's sitting on the floor in front of the kids' room, leaning against the door. The door has a smudge of graveyard dirt on it. There's a blood sigil drawn on an open window, an overturned side-table and clear signs of at least a minor struggle.
Harry is fairly uninjured, at least. His leg hurts from where the table hit him, and his hand is bleeding from where he injured himself for magic-use. But he's breathing pretty rapidly, and his hands are shaking. ]
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Dad! Oh, my god. What happened?
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He opens his eyes, looking at her. ]
He's got your mother's body. Sarah and Seth are in there. I...I bloodlocked the door. So he couldn't get in.
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[ Shell explain later how she recognized Papa from body language and tone and facial expression. For now, she’s going to go in to her brother and sister, all smiles and hugs and pretending for their sake that everything is fine. ]
I’m taking them to the SHIELD house. Okay? I want to take you to the clinic first.
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...yeah. Okay. [ Any other day, he'd argue. ]