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This was it The clock was ticking, and ere at war

“Just pray they don’t hang up on me”

Kingston sat on a pile of blankets we’d sled into our secret room above the library He held the phone in his hand with his thumb poised over the call button

“Just do it,” I urged hi up, call back and let me talk to them”

My persuasion wouldn’t work over the phone and across dimensions, but I could chew somebody out from that distance just fine

Kingston shrugged and pushed the button None of us were very hopeful that ould reach Dru—we’d called dozens of tih we’d been leavinghim to be there at a specific time

“It’s one of two things,” I said as Kingston listened to the phone ring “Either he’s deliberately avoiding us, or ti about the days being longer or shorter or whatever It ht not be possible to sync with earth time”

Or the stupid dive bar he loves so much has the most unreliable bartenders in existence

Kingston frowned at er as someone answered on the other end of the line

“Hi, this is Kingst—yeah, it’sfor—what? He is?! Yes! Please”

My jaw dropped I couldn’t believe ere actually about to make contact with the human plane of existence With home

Fucking finally

“Put it on speaker,” Jayce hissed

Kingston pulled the phone away from his ear and tapped a button The normal, earthly sounds of a busy bar trickled out of the phone, and I was suddenly desperately homesick

“Hello?” a male voice asked, louder and clearer than the sounds in the background