Pov: Heather is trying to find something

Atlas: heather?

*The paper continues to fly. It's conveniently windy today*

Heather: After it!

Atlas: *running, trying to grab it, it’s conveniently out of her reach*

*it flies into a river where the ink wears off*

Heather: NO NO NO NO!

Atlas: noooooooooooo!

Heather: *Sitting by the river*

Atlas: …
Is it saved on your phone..?

Heather: I have to use pay phones so my dad doesn't find out...

Atlas: you can’t remember it?

Heather: No! My memory sucks!

Atlas: oh..
Well where does she live?

Heather: She's in the hospital... if I go in there I'll be recognized and taken back home... If only Abraham wasn't on his break...

Atlas: I could go

Heather: No you can't. My mom only wants to see me. if it's anyone else you'll be kicked off the premise immediately

Atlas: oh..

Heather: *Sniff*

Atlas: you ok?

Heather: I lost it...

Atlas: lost what?

Heather: I had this slip with my moms phone number! It flew away and I can't find it anymore!

Atlas: oh no!
I’ll help you try and find it

Heather: Thank you!

Atlas: *helps her look*

*The paper is seen but flies away*

Atlas: I see it!
*runs after it*

Amber: hm?

Heather: *Sniff* I lost it...

Amber: lost what?

Heather: The paper with my moms phone number...

Amber: do you not have it in your contacts list?

Heather: I don't want my dad to figure out I talk with her so I use a payphone

Amber: oh um… where did you have it last?

Heather: it was in my hand and it flew away!

Amber: where were you when that happened?

Heather: I was standing two feet from here.

Amber: okay.. What direction did it fly off to?

Heather: He's taking the entire week off...

Amber: right…

Heather: Hm... do you have the ability to teleport me to a hospital room and get me out without being there?

Amber: uh
No I don't think so

Heather: Man...

Amber: I can fly you in a window?

Heather: That won't work... the window won't open from the outside or the inside...

Amber: agh…

Heather: ... well thanks for helping me... I'm gonna go home...

Amber: sorry heather…

Heather: Near the lake over there-

*She then realizes*

Heather: ...it went into the lake

Amber: ill see if I can get it out *goes to the lake*

*When she gets there the note is completely wet*

Amber: *tries to make out the number so she can write it down on another note*

*It's undecipherable because of how long it took for Heather to find it*

Amber: Agh… dammit

Heather; did you find it?

Amber: yeah.. Though it's too wet to decipher the number

Heather: Aw... *She says disappointed* I was Abraham was here...

Amber: well we can talk to him when he gets here eventually