After Connor hangs up on him, Anthony stares blankly at his reflection on the screen of his phone. The ever alert, positively furious eyes staring back at him seem completely out of place when framed by a haggard face, disheveled hair, and the baggy eyelids of a man who hadn't slept for days. [i]Stark,[/i] he mutters quietly, [i]somehow you've always lived up to my expectations, so don't fail me now. And God help you if you do."[/i] He stands up, joints creaking in protest, and stares at his latest creation as it lays motionless on a cold, sterile, metal table. [i]Worst case scenario, I've rectified at least one of my mistakes.[/i]

As John finishes teaching a body sparring class, his cell phone starts buzzing intently and continues for a solid five minutes. With a sigh, he dismisses the students and walks to his desk. After a quick glance at the phone, his face grows pale and he rushes to the nurse's station. Bursting through the door , he looks around wildly and asks no one in particular, "Where is she?"