Marcus can practically feel the impatience pouring off the cat as he arranges letters and waits for Marcus to read them. It takes him longer than he would like, too, scanning the letters. He works out the first two things with relative ease, but the third gives him pause and he has to scan it more than once to realize what Salem means.
"She ran," he says. "And she's hiding somewhere."
Not with Charlie, not with something of this level. He thinks if she's run from the house, she's likely run from Charlie, too, and even as Marcus takes his phone out of his pocket to call Sabrina, he knows she's not going to answer. Still, he has to try, and he paces a little, waiting, even though his call is never picked up.
"Where might she go?" he asks and he's speaking to himself as much as he is Salem. "Where... not to see Charlie. Not back to the Home. The store? Do you think she went to Leviathan?"
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"She ran," he says. "And she's hiding somewhere."
Not with Charlie, not with something of this level. He thinks if she's run from the house, she's likely run from Charlie, too, and even as Marcus takes his phone out of his pocket to call Sabrina, he knows she's not going to answer. Still, he has to try, and he paces a little, waiting, even though his call is never picked up.
"Where might she go?" he asks and he's speaking to himself as much as he is Salem. "Where... not to see Charlie. Not back to the Home. The store? Do you think she went to Leviathan?"