[ Ten minutes is a long time when you're waiting by a bloody doorway. By the time April gets there, Arthur's bloody up to the wrists from investigating the bathrobe, and he's sent like, five increasingly Worried texts to Crichton's phone, all unanswered.
When April speaks, he shoves the bloodstained phone back in his pocket and turns in her direction, looking a little frantic. Please appreciate the self-control it has taken him not to go running off to find his roommate. ]
April? Have you seen Crichton? He- he's not answering his phone.
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When April speaks, he shoves the bloodstained phone back in his pocket and turns in her direction, looking a little frantic. Please appreciate the self-control it has taken him not to go running off to find his roommate. ]
April? Have you seen Crichton? He- he's not answering his phone.