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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KahlessNestor" data-source="post: 7121606" data-attributes="member: 6801311">Heather retrieved the silverware as she waited for the next family update, but it never came. She looked over at Tamar with concern. “What about Emmy?” she asked. Tamar had actually brought a tablecloth to put out and busied herself adjusting non-existent wrinkles before she straightened up and looked at Heather, biting her lip uncertainly. “Mary Ellen...has disappeared,” Tamar said quietly. Heather looked at her sister in shock. “Disappeared! Where?” “Well, if Ah knew that, Ah’d be draggin’ her home by her ear now, wouldn’t Ah?” she said. Heather floated the silverware over to the table. “What happened?” Tamar sighed, sinking into her chair, looking like she’d aged five years. She pushed the white forelock out of her face. “Ah don’t rightly know yet,” she admitted. “Ya know  how she was this summer when ya were home…” “Boy crazy?” Heather nodded. Tamar gave a wry smile. “Guess that’s as good a description as any,” she agreed. “An’ her powers had just come in.” Heather nodded. “The pheromone manipulation. Got her into some trouble, but Ah -- I -- thought she got that under control.” “She did, more or less, though she’s been a bit...unscrupulous about usin’ it,” Tamar said testily. Heather smiled. “Emmy was always a manipulative little brat,” she pointed out with a chuckle, brushing back her brunette hair. “Emmy was datin’ this boy, Reihan,” Tamar said. “Ah guess they were datin’, anyway. She had a couple boys she was toyin’ with. Well, they...found Ryan in Emmy’s bed.” Heather blushed. “Well, that ain’t so bad…” She cringed when Tamar shot her a look.. “He was dead, Heather. Dead an’ naked, with a big, silly grin on his face, like he’d just had the best time of his life.” “Oh, jeez,” Heather gasped. “Preliminary autopsy said there was no obvious cause of death. Just...his heart stopped. Emmy left a note sayin’ she was so very sorry and she had to leave before she hurt someone else.” Tamar’s green eyes glistened with tears, and Heather came over and pulled her older sister into a hug. “Ah thought mebbe she’d come up here ta you, that mebbe ya’d seen ‘er.” Heather shook her head. “I haven’t, Tam,” she said sadly, wiping at her own tears. “We...weren’t that close,” she admitted. “You try tracking her?” Tamar sighed. “She left her comm badge with the note, as well as her phone.” Heather’s eyes widened. “Her phone? That thing was glue to her ear! Or thumbs.” Tamar nodded. “Hence why Ah’m so worried. She’s only fourteen!” Tamar sniffed. “You inform the police?” Tamar nodded. “Ah wasn’t sure Ah should,” she admitted. “If there’s some...problem with her powers or somethin’...Ah don’t want them hurtin’ her. Or gettin’ hurt.” “Hopefully Emmy will smart up and call,” Heather tried to reassure her sister, the woman who had raised them since she was sixteen, given up her life and dreams for them. Tamar sniffed and wiped her face, returning to the kitchen to wash it in the sink. “Ah’m sorry, Heather.” “No, no, it’s fine, Tam. I’d want to know this.”TBC</blockquote>

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