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( Private action//Action locked to 1247 Williams )

[Crowe makes a call to the town this morning. There's silence for a few moments before he speaks.]

...Ah. Um, so i-it's the twenty-ninth already? Time certainly does go by fast here, doesn't it. I-is everyone out there alright? Holidays here can be rough in Mayfield, Christmas i-is no exception... Just, ah, let me know if anyone needs anything, yeah? I-I'll do whatever I can. Someone, um, someone just call me back. Anyone. Please?

[Private to the residents of 1247 Williams]

Ah, everyone here is alright with having a pet, right? No one's allergic to cats? I promise I'll take care of him, you won't even know he's here.... he seems to be the outdoorsy type anyway, I'm having a hard time keeping him in the house for too long.

[Call filtered to all non-drones]

_{Let's see... food, toys, litter...what else...}

A-ah! Hello everyone. Do we have any veterinarians out there who aren't drones? I sort of... came into possession of a pet recently, and I'd like to get him checked out. All the necessary shots and the like, that sort of thing? I should have enough money to cover it all from my job.

And, uh, is there anything else I should know about taking care of a cat outside the usual? This is the first time I've ever had one.

[Since he got to Mayfield, Crowe had barely stayed in his home. He always managed to find a way to keep busy so that he could stay out of that creepy house, with its drone for a mother and professional killer for a father, as often as possible.

But for the last few days, he's barely left his room. He skipped school and practice, and his paper route - always delivered with a smile and on time every day for the last three months - has gone ignored. The only time he leaves is late at night, for his town watch duties, but he ended up just sitting somewhere, unsure of what to do. He stays out of the park, his usual hang out, to avoid the gruesome reminders that his friends were still trapped in Westport. That he failed to do anything to bring those people home; that they were still over there suffering through God knows what.

When he returns home at sunrise today, he goes to his room, but the phone keeps ringing. And ringing. And ringing. Wait, could that mean --- okay, something obviously happened. Maybe… maybe the rest have finally…

Picking up the phone, Crowe is treated to one of the many familiar voices of Mayfield screaming and sobbing in utter agony and grief. Startled, he hangs up the phone without thinking, and stares at it, scared.

For a few moments he stands there, a million thoughts going through his head. He tried so hard to do whatever he could to bring those people home safely, to do anything to help, to be any use at ALL, but nothing worked. Everyone just came back to Mayfield a broken mess, and he could do nothing about it.

Nothing.

He walks back upstairs to his room, and quietly closes the door.]

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