This time, Rosie has a perfectly reasonable, perfectly ordinary excuse for missing Sabrina's messages when they come through. She's asleep, luxuriating in the laziness of having a break from school and her alarm and everything else, and she slumbers on as her phone lights up in the early-morning dark.
Discovery of the messages comes a few hours later, once she's mostly awake, fumbling for her phone where it rests on her bedside table. She skims the texts, then reads them again more closely, sending a short message to Charlie (??? better get to Leviathan) before letting Sabrina know she's on her way. Emergency is one of those words Sabrina uses for a lot of things, but hardly ever in the middle of the night. Whatever it is, it's not something Rosie thinks she can ignore.
After a quick taxi ride downtown, Rosie stands in front of Leviathan, looking through into the darkened shop with no small amount of wariness. She tries the door, and finds it locked, lifting a hand to knock on the glass once, then twice.
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Discovery of the messages comes a few hours later, once she's mostly awake, fumbling for her phone where it rests on her bedside table. She skims the texts, then reads them again more closely, sending a short message to Charlie (??? better get to Leviathan) before letting Sabrina know she's on her way. Emergency is one of those words Sabrina uses for a lot of things, but hardly ever in the middle of the night. Whatever it is, it's not something Rosie thinks she can ignore.
After a quick taxi ride downtown, Rosie stands in front of Leviathan, looking through into the darkened shop with no small amount of wariness. She tries the door, and finds it locked, lifting a hand to knock on the glass once, then twice.