[b][i][center]November 30, 5:17 AM, Beedle's apartment, Coast City

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Jessie woke up to the harsh sound of her phone vibrating on her crafting station. Across the room. At 5 AM. On a Saturday. Who the [b]Hell[/b] was trying to get in touch with her at this godforsaken hour? 5 AM shouldn't be allowed to exist, she thought to herself as she carefully danced around the discarded clothing and half-finished projects taking up most of her floorspace. 5 AM should be [i]illegal[/i]. Jessie finally made it to the source of the offending noise, wincing as the brightness of her phone screen caused her to momentarily blind herself. She stared in confusion for a moment at the message, her sleep-addled brain putting the pieces together.

Ezra didn't get sick. Though to be fair, she had only known him for like, a month. But still, a month in the middle of flu season, and not even a case of the sniffles. Though, she hadn't gotten sick either, but that was more than likely because she was what her dad called 'Metahuman' and something as stupid as the flu shouldn't bother her-- Back on track, Ezra shouldn't be sick. And if he was, he shouldn't be texting her at 5 AM. Besides, she had just seen him yesterday, before he disappeared to do whatever weird stuff he did when he disappeared.

Something felt wrong about this. Jessie didn't consider herself an expert on social situations, most people bored the crap out of her. But Ezra was the closest thing she had to a friend, and this felt... Abrupt. Sighing, Jessie sat down in her wheelie chair, setting her phone on her crafting station and putting her hands over it. She closed her eyes and [b][i]focused[/i][/b] on the intricate workings of the device, tracing the signal it had received, bouncing of cell towers, her consciousness compressing down to a fine pinpoint as he tried to get a sense of the phone that had pinged her own... It would be so much easier, incredibly simple if she just had Ezra's phone here. She could get into it with little trouble, even with a lock on it. Find everything on there, probably even get his bank info and social security number if she wanted. This way though... If she was lucky, she'd maybe get a sense of its recent activity.

Jessie was nothing if not lucky. Only one cell tower between her phone and Ezras. The signal was good, and she could feel... A phone call. A... A picture? And then a picture message, a followup text to the same line, too scrambled and far to make out where it went. And one text to her. Jessie opened her eyes and leaned back in her chair, her mind finally coming to life as adrenaline began to spike. A phone call could be explained, calling the gym to say he was sick. The text to her could be just that. But a picture message? Who was he texting a picture to, especially a long-distance one? He didn't have a girlfriend, she was confident of that. No friends that he would talk about. And why a picture? Something smelled wrong.

[i]"What's up dude?"[/i] She replied quickly, surprising even herself. [i]"You okay? Need some like... Soup or anything? Let me know what's up."[/i] Her fingers hit the SEND button as she watched the little text bubble pop up and she scowled at her phone. She was... Concerned. Maybe she was reading too much into it. But why would she do that? Jessie thought of herself as fairly level headed, she wasn't one to overreact much. What did it mean if she was? But what if something really was wrong? She was the coolest person she knew, and the most powerful to boot. She could help. But why? Why help Ezra? She'd only known him a month, just needed a workout buddy, and someone to do coursework with, and to vent about school and work to, and follow her around to go get weird food when the urge struck, and not look at her like she was crazy all the time, only when she was acting crazy, and oh god he was her friend that's why. She cared. If something was wrong, she needed to help. She had to add his name to her very short list. And if he wouldn't accept her help... Maybe Lightning Bug would have a slightly different debut than she intended.