Why Change? (Straight furry story)

49. The Search For Rodger Peters

I locate his name, Kennedy Rodger Peters : number #665248 : contact 61 0635 9451. I search my pockets but then remember I don't have my phone anymore. I need to get a phone. I decide to ask someone if I can use theirs instead of getting another one, I still don't know where they are, and if they are in Victoria, I won't have enough money for fuel. So I ask  everyone I come across whether I can use their phone, and after four and a half hours, there was someone willing to lend me their phone. I dial Kennedy after thanking the leopard alot.

The dialling tone sounds, then a familliar voice sounds "heyo, this is Ken, Leave a message" then a beep sounds "hello, this is Carl, do yo know where Vexera is?" I ask then the call ends. I ask the leopard to stay a while as I wait. He said "sure, I don't need to go anywhere so we just go to the gym and I hope that we get that call. He stops mid-way up the rock wall after an hour and a bit "I felt a buzz" he says down to me. I say to him "do you want to get to the top first?" he looks down and says "it's your call" so I pull him further up, he took it as a sign to keep climbing, exactly what I was going for. 

When he was back down on the ground he took out his phone and said "I believe this is for you" I take the phone out of his hands and press the button "Hey Carl, Sorry I didn't get back to you sooner, I'm still on the field and I only got to check today. Vex left her house and moved to Muwillumbah, I tried to ask why, but she wouldn't answer" This got me very worried, but sorry slightly relieved. Murwillumbah is a small town near the Tweed Valley, it is known because it is all inside a volcano, the round ridge is how big it used to be, which is why they use it for farming. This narrowed my area that I had to search, I say "thank you" to Kennedy, and the same thing to the leopard who loaned me his phone.

When I reach the valley, I go to the information centre and ask about new developments. The informationalist informs me that "this is an information centre, not a real estate dealer". So, I decide to instead go to the real estate agent. They tell me that four new ones have opened up, and offered me a better deal than the agent up the road. I check the estates, and after three failed attempts, and three neighbourhoods that I am not allowed to enter anymore due to 'harrassing the homeowners'. I enter the street to find houses which are similar to the ones that we get in Darwin. I should have come here first. When I reach the door of number 502, I knock on it and silently pray.