The voice carried from the room into the bathroom and Cass smirked as she brushed her hair out. [color=88cdcb]"Yer full of yersel' Irish!"[/color] Her voice called out from her spot in front of the basin and mirror. Since Claire had ditched her a few weeks ago to room with Joel, Cass had struggled with the climate of India. That room on the third floor was a god damn nightmare to sleep in. She'd lasted all of a week before she'd succumbed to the temptations of Murphy's offer to crash in his new digs since he was taking over one of the first floor rooms. The ones that had AC. She could not say no to that.

	Taking a deep breath as he heard Murphy's voice and a muttering of Cass's quips Lincoln managed a half smile, at least some things didn't change. After his momentary break in reality Lincoln barely managed to choke out the words he wanted to say as he answered Murphy's question. [color=117722]"Surgery. Today. Help."[/color] His voice cracked and broke as he began to sob down the line. He had never felt this helpless in all his life. He had been destroyed when Tasha had left him before but this was new. Last time there was hope to find her again, this time...? He couldn't even bear to think about it.

	He stopped his shuddering breaths and calmed himself before pleading to Murphy down the line. [color=117722]"Please... hurry."[/color]