𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘅 , 𝟴𝟬𝘀

1 = three lies

TUESDAY, JANUARY 27th 2019

jason patric's point of view

"this is fucking ridiculous!" i scoff, looking to michael in hopes of him making an expression that would show me he agrees.

there it is—a sympathetic frown and his hand on my shoulder.

"please, just go through it one more time, but with more emotion-"

"i already told you!" i interrupt the woman who's sitting beside the man with a camera. she's been writing down every word i say. "she was just gone. the lights went out, came back on, and when they did all that was there was the phone. just hanging there."

"can you describe the phone to me?"

i rake my hands through my hair looking at michael, who once again, speaks up, "i mean, is that really necessary-"

"yes, we need every single detail. anything can help-"

"it was a pay phone, dangling. it almost touched the floor with how long the cord was, i don't know, what more do you want?"

"did you pick the phone up?"

"yes, i picked up the phone."

"was anyone on the other line?"

"nope. just a dial tone." i stand up from the metal chair my ass has been glued to for the past 45 minutes. "and you know what, fuck you for asking me to show more emotion. this isn't a goddamn script, it's real life. a real person, a real friend of ours just vanished into thin air—body and soul—and you want more emotion? how's this for emotion?" i stick my middle finger up and jab it into the air before making a beeline out of the room.

down at the end of the hall, harrison and corey are sitting on the bench with their heads in their hands—until they hear my feet shuffling against the black carpet.

their heads pop up and their eyes shoot over to me, and then they're jumping off of the bench.

"what happened?"

"what'd they ask?"

"same bullshit questions they asked you guys." i fill them in as they join on either side of me to head out of this place.

"harrison sniffled halfway through and they asked him to do it again." feldman complains.

"yeah, and i love kennedy, but i was only sniffling because of my allergies." harrison explains.

"they're fucking assholes—"

"hey!" michael calls out in a hushed whisper from behind us. he motions with his head for us to continue on outside before saying anything.

the cool, crisp air hits out faces as we step outside of the police station. it's one of those days where the sun is barely peaking through the thick clouds. the grey overcast makes it hard to figure out what time of day it is.

we walk a few feet away from the door and form a huddle next to michael's car.

"we're never doing that again." michael says. "the next cop to ask us to come in to, report to the local news, nobody goes in unless we're all going in, alright?"

we all agree.

"alright." he nods his head. "i'm hoping they have some more leads by the end of this week."

"it's been 12 days." i say, shoving my hands into my coat pockets. "how are we gonna figure out if this is even a job for the police? what if it's something they can't handle? what if it's some more time travel shit? what're we gonna do then?"