acrossyourpath | IC CONTACT.

IC CONTACT.

"You've reached Felicia. You know what to do."
BEEP.
(calls | voicemail | email | texts)

All of them. Where are you now?

I'm on... [ A paaaaaause and then street name. ] Going East. I nearly lost my phone now.

Nearly--

[ What is even going on. ]

I might be able to make it over. Just what's the rush?

Night won't be here forever.

I've got to jog over to a grocery store, too, before I get back.

[ Nothing's even open. ]

But the clubs will be. I do have to get dressed.

[ A pause. ]

You aren't on something, are you?

What? [ She stops for the briefest second, but realizes her mistake once she finds herself doubling over and moaning. ] No...

[ She picks up the pace and firmly: ] No.

[ Warily, not sure what to make of that response: ]

All right, if you say so. [ A pause. ] I can meet you in twenty minutes, but that's the fastest I can go.

Mm... [ She mulls over it. ] Twenty minutes is a long time. I think I'll go back and find the others. We can do this another time. Not like we're going anywhere for a while.

[ She sounds disappointed... and on something at the same time. ]

[ Hmm... ]

Takes time to get an outfit together. Hair. Makeup. Raincheck's all right. You sure you're all right?

You could do all that on the way over.

[ She did. Small mirrors are handy! ]

I'm fine, Felicia.

Not with hair like mine you can't. Next weekend all clear for you?

[ Squinting so hard. Bad breakup, maybe? Was Kate seeing anyone...? Felicia hadn't thought so, but maybe she was just missing a piece here. ]