Blockage (hiatus)

Chapter Three

       
Blackborne Office, Ashely Waters High

"Owen," Sean's whine was muffled by the wooden desk his face laid against. "It's too early."

The aforementioned male continued to stare at his computer screen, "It's an hour before classes begin. I fail to see how this is a problem, Doctor Green."

Raising his head up, Sean pouted toward his friend, "You didn't let me get coffee. I need coffee."

"I'm certain you'll survive," Owen's fingers neatly typed out his inquiry, "If your weakness becomes unbearable, I believe they have some in the teacher's lounge."

"I bet you haven't tried it," Sean sat up and stretched his long limbs over his head. "If you had, you'd realize how absolutely terrible that suggestion was. I had to microwave it!"

"While that may be true—" in an uncharacteristic move, Owen broke off. His eyes were locked on his computer screen and the light reflected off his glasses. A deft finger rolled the mouse down the screen. "Sang Sorenson."

In the background, his friend had fallen silent at the interruption. Sean's face transferred into an unreadable frown and he moved his stiff body out of the chair. His steps quickly led him to peer over Owen's shoulder, "Did you say Sang? As in our Sang? That Sang?"

"She may not be the same," a file of the girl's student records were brought up to the screen. Owen's steel grey eyes scanned over the information, looking for any possible hints. "Yet the age seems to match, considering Miss Sang was thirteen during her inclusion."

"But..." Sean pointed at the screen, ignoring how much Owen hated the finger prints. The doctor's green eyes were reading a note assigned to the bottom of her file. "This Sang Sorenson doesn't have any registered soulmates."

"Correct," Owen continued to scroll through the file. He would never admit to the spark of hope that grew in his chest, fearful that it may be stomped out. Instead, he printed the information and turned back to his confidant. "They may simply share the same namesake, but Mr. Taylor was the one who brought this to my attention."

"Big Taylor or smaller Taylor?"

"Mr. Taylor Junior," standing from his chair, Owen swiftly made his way to the newly printed papers. "Concern for strangers is not a normal occurrence for him, which means he saw something in the girl."

Meanwhile, Sean had taken his place at the computer, "It says here she's got a sister, you sure that's not who he was talking about?"

"I'm not, but there is no mistaking her name."

"You know," Sean spun the chair around to face Owen. His face was painted in an odd mixture of excitement, suspicious, and worry. "The boy's need to know. This is the first lead we've got on her, Owen."

"I know," Owen let out a soft sigh before pushing his glasses up his nose. "I'll inform them shortly—"

Interrupting, Sean gave his friend a sheepish grin, "No need to worry about that. I just told them."

"Doctor Green."

"Don't give me that grumpy look! They needed to know!"

"I agree," Owen simply raised an eyebrow before walking toward the office door. "But because you didn't wait for a sufficient plan, you can control their reckless actions. Remember this might not be our Sang."

With a wince, Sean tried to shrug the chastisement off, "Sang isn't exactly a common name, Owen. This might be what we've been looking for."

The office door was pushed opened and Owen stepped through. His reply was lost as the door closed behind him, "We can only hope so."