On My Way

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Scene Title	On My Way
Synopsis	Raith receives a deluge of text messages.
Date	April 9, 2010

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To: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
jensen

Chime chime! Not a sound Raith was expecting to hear: He doesn't often receive text messages. He certainly doesn't normally receive text messages from Eileen.

To: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
What is it? Something's up, you don't usually txt

To: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
wheres teo

Despite the last of intonation, or even punctuation, those two words carry a particular sort of urgency to them that Raith does not care for.

To: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
Around. I don't think he's off Staten. Why?

To: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
fran

Why would she ask him that? Why would he know where the Frenchman is?

To: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
I don't know. Why?

To: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
cois

To: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
Okay, I still don't know. Why?

To: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
shot

And that would explain why he's received an unexpected text message. A medical emergency.

To: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
Who is? You?

To: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
y

To: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
Did you get medical?

To: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
nn

Already, Raith is moving. Already dressed and just needing to get ready to brave the snows, he begins a mental inventory of things he needs to bring with him, and most importantly, a mental map of how he's going to get to the mainland as he pulls his coat on and hurries down the stairs towards the infirmary. And get to it quickly.

To: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
Where are you?

To: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
clfsid gone

To: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
Is that where you are?

To: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
y

To: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
I'm on my way. Don't know how long

To: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
pls

To: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
Is it safe there?

To: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
mess

To: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <jensen XXXX-XXXX>
okay don't move. On my way

To: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
teo fran disp

Raith literally stops and stands still, just as he's grabbed a pack, when that set of words comes in on his phone. After a few moments of failing to puzzle out what Eileen means, he decides not to worry about it, repeating his instructions and going back to packing a few supplies.

To: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
Don't move. On my way.

To: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
teo fran disp

To: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
I don't know what that means. Don't move, on my way.

To: <jensen XXX-XXXX>
Frm: <eileen XXX-XXXX>
surgeon

Ah, well, that makes sense. It's also much, much more worrying. If Eileen needs a surgeon, then Raith is limited in the amount of help he can provide. Styptic powder, sutures and a shot of epinephrine are about the best she's going to get until she's back home.

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