Life Is Strange: The Multiverse

Small World (Chapter 6)

An Hour Passes Then Chloe Gets The Call From Frank...

Chloe, engrossed in decorating the house at the junkyard, is interrupted by a sudden ringing. She recognizes the familiar tune of her phone and quickly grabs it, seeing Frank's name on the screen...

Frank: "Where are you at? I need to ask you something."

Chloe responds to Frank's call, her voice filled with her usual casualness...

Chloe: Hey Frank. I'm at the junkyard. What's up?

Frank: "The junkyard of all places? Whatever, I'm coming over."

Frank hangs up the phone and drives to the junkyard...

Chloe pockets her phone, a small frown forming on her face. She glances around, appreciating the progress she's made with decorating the small house at the junkyard...

After a few minutes, Chloe hears a car approaching and sees Frank's car pulling up. She steps out of the small house, leaning against the doorway as she waits for him to approach...

Frank pulls up in his old RV and steps out of the vehicle. He's dressed in his usual jeans, jacket, and hat ensemble and carrying a folder in hand. He seems stressed out, the bags under his eyes are very evident today...

He approaches Chloe and takes a long, deep drag from his cigarette...

Frank: "Hey." 

he says gruffly...

Chloe's eyes immediately notice the signs of stress on Frank's face. Her expression softens slightly, a hint of concern in her voice...

Chloe: Hey, Frank. You look... I know this might be a dumb question, but are you doing alright? You look like you haven't slept in days.

Frank runs a hand through his mess of hair, sighing deeply. The mention of sleep only makes him more irritated...

Frank: "I haven't slept properly in weeks." 

he admits, taking another drag from his cigarette...

Frank: "I've been dealing with crap after crap. And now, I have one more problem for you." 

he says, nodding towards the folder...

Chloe's concern deepens, her expression growing more focused. She crosses her arms, her eyes flicking to the folder in Frank's hand, then back to his face. Her voice is steady, though a hint of worry still laces her words...

Chloe: Alright... what kind of problem did you need me for this time?

Frank leans against the side of the RV, his gaze averted for a moment. He takes another drag of his cigarette before looking back up at Chloe...