Tord knew in order to pursue his dream he'd have to leave the comforts of home in England and say goodbye to his old friends, giving them his word he'd return someday.
What he DIDN'T know was the mess he'd return to 5 years later.
The house has been...
"No. Absolutely not." Tom huffs, ready to close his apartment door. "You know I hate this time of year."
"Aw come on Tom. I know you hate Christmas, but me and Matt are going to need an extra pair of hands since Soph's gone." Edd sighs.
"Still no. Christmas sucks, and I refuse to partake in anything related to it. You should know that by now. End of story." Tom groans, pulling his flask of Smirnoff from his pocket and taking a swig. "Bother me again to help, and I'll light your tree with more than just fairy lights."
With that Tom closes his apartment. Edd just sighs in disappointment, putting his hands in his pockets and going back to his own apartment where Matt was currently on the carpet trying to untangle himself from the tinsel he somehow got stuck in.
As Edd shuts his door, Tom emerges from his own apartment again.
"And you better not send Matt over either!" He yells, shaking his head and leaning against the door frame.
While holding his Smirnoff in his left hand, in his right he held his phone which had his messages open. The only three numbers on his contacts were Edd, Matt and Sophie. There used to be a fourth one, but that was quickly deleted after their first departure.
Tom taps on Sophie's contact and begins typing something to send, meekly hoping wherever she is she's still alive at least.
T: hey Soph. Don't know if this will reach you at all but whatever. Strange for me of all people to ask, but are you okay? And where on earth and in time are the two of you? I swear to god if that commie bastard's done something to you I'm gonna kill him.
After sending that message Tom stands in place before writing another small quick one and sending it.
T: just get back to us soon. Both through text AND physically.
Tom sighs, putting his phone away. Just then, the sound of a door opening gets his attention. He expects it to be Edd's door, thinking he didn't heed Tom's warning. But it turns out to be the door to the right of Sophie's apartment.
"Huh?"
He closes his door, leaving it open just a crack so he can observe what's going on.
"I've done a full search of the room as you requested sir." Patryck's voice can be heard.
Tom watches as Patryck emerges from the room next to Sophie's, closing the door with the hand that wasn't holding his phone.
"No, most of the blueprints we found were just strange inventions for things like those inflatable couches you bought to use to impress your friends that day, Red Leader sir." He continues, taking something from his pocket.
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"Red Leader? The hell is that?" Tom wonders, rubbing the rim of his eye sockets with a clenched fist briefly before continuing to spy on Patryck.
