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Silence follows the soft dialing tone of the phone, which could mean anything from where Mia was standing. The phone could be ringing with Carl waiting or the line could be disconnected and Carl searching for the next number to dial. Mia figured the number didn't work, and was about to leave her...

Damn - legs are numb. She must have been sitting here for at least, ten or fifteen minutes?; staring at the folded sheets of toilet paper in her hand and continuously following the same pattern on the surface with her eyes. Hell, she must have counted the same ten flower patterns on the same...

"I don't think we should be roaming around..." Not Carl's best suggestion - openly lurking around town, asking questions and having dinner - but he had had worse ideas, like bringing Jenna over to the house. All while they were supposed to be tucked in the house, away from the public eye, and...

"Don't know you." Next entry. "Don't know you." Next. "Don't know you." Last entry on the page. "Annndd don't...know...you." Next page. Great. The past two hours had been dedicated to marking next to people she didn't know or recognize, and fifty percent through the address book had proved...

Well, okay Mr. Jackson - and should your calls be forwarded or held?, Mia tried not to think that thought but it swelled up in her mind from the moment Carl started talking. He sounded like some important business man or something, giving her tasks to do while he was out or about to get busy...

Nearly all of the once crunchy cereal flakes turned to soggy mush by the time Mia made three spoon's worth of a dent in the cereal. The milk was warm, the sugar had deposited into a thick coating at the bottom, and everytime the spoon dipped into the bowl the flakes broke apart into small debris...

Having breakfast - or any meal, for that matter - made by someone else is too good to deny. Even Carl couldn't mess up breakfast. His baking had improved since this whole mess began with their parents going missing and Jenna's issues. The cookies he made for Connor were actually good and Mia had...

I'm being shifted to the ER and there's no time for leisure unfortunately. Tomorrow, I will catch up with you all. Don't hate me! D;

Carl's laughter at the question was less than assuring that he didn't have ill intentions with the newly acquired firearm. As well, the way he whipped it around nonchalantly and comfortably was just as unnerving as the thought of him having it tucked in the small of his back. Watching him spin...

Mia strained quietly the entire time they were shifting the weight out of the way of whatever Carl was trying to get to. When she heard her brother's triumph at whatever discovery it was behind the damn thing, it was time to reprieve that there was no more moving necessary. Since Mia didn't know...

"Great.." Carl's response to the question of what exactly they were looking for wasn't welcomed, and Mia exhaustively exhaled and leaned her head against the wall, letting the binder in lap slide to the floor from the weight of its contents. It was already bad enough that the shit in the closet...

Mom was right. Dad was a hoarder... Loose paper started escaping the closet from the moment the door was pulled open, and the more the door gave - the more paper came. By the time the door was fulled opened a whole stack of loose piled paper had leaned onto it's side and spread at Mia's...

Whatever happened last night - whatever it was, if there was even a label for last night - hadn't completely dissipated from the atmosphere in the room, but it wasn't heavy on their shoulders this morning. At least it didn't seem heavy on Carl's shoulders; and if he wasn't talking about it, then...

That familiar scent - fresh, but faint - roused Mia from that short, black slumber; and there was a silent struggled to peel her eyes apart without lifting her hands to do it, and she squinted between wade of hair teasing in front of her face. A little light from outside stole between the parted...

Nothing is going to hurt you, Carl. Nothing is here to hurt you. There's...nothing here. - Those words she wanted to tell this distressed, wailing Carl pressed into her side; but Mia felt there were no words to console him. At this point, it was past time for pacification and words of...

The sudden weight shifting her bed and whatever was restricting her breathing, tore Mia out of a sleep she had just fallen deep into. Her mouth parted, trying to take in additional breaths but finding it difficult due to whatever was clasped around her chest. There was crying and sobbing...

Carl's crying had already held onto Mia's attention, and she slowly stopped drying her hair, letting her arms fall with the soaked towel's weight. She angled herself so she could see Carl better, watching as his knees gave out and his weight dragged him down to the floor. His sobs were still...

Mia quickly sat up in the tab after laying down beneath the water and holding her breath for...wow, she couldn't even remember. This was the second time she'd laid beneath the cooling water, holding her breath and letting the weightless sensation below the water relax her. In those slow passing...

When Carl asked if she wanted to join their walk, she shook her head and waved them to go ahead. "N-...Nah, I'm just going to...stay here and wait." She replied, watching Connor look in her direction and his hand wave wildly at her, that same huge smile on his face that'd been glued to his face...

This whole keeping a straight face thing, well Mia was starting to think she'd become some what an expert on it now. Normally she would have wrinkled her nose, crooked her lip, or furrowed her brows in protest to something she wasn't keen about. Now? Her eyes were straight, her mouth was still...