[center][h2]Nathalie Prescott[/h2][/center]
[b]Time[/b]: Night
[b]Location[/b]: Hospital garage to Ember Grove streets
[b]Interaction with[/b]: Mia [@dreamingflowers]

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Her car wouldn't start, no matter how many times she turned the ignition. Nathalie groaned, frustrated that despite being allowed to go home, she now had car trouble. Her coworker had returned to work early as apparently his vacation didn't go as planned. She'd offered some consolation words as she was genuinely sorry his trip had ended on a bad note, but on the flip side, she was glad she could go home. Or so she thought. She hadn't even changed out of her scrubs as she wanted to shower as soon as possible after getting home.

[color=gray]"Please tell me this isn't happening..."[/color]

Nathalie stepped out of the vehicle, her purse tucked underneath her arm as she headed towards the garage exit. She almost never had any cell phone coverage there, or most of the town for that matter. With her Samsung in hand, Nathalie googled the police department's non-emergency number. Once a preview from the official governmental website appeared, she dialed it and waited for someone to answer. As Nathalie continued to mindlessly walk down the the narrow sidewalk, she accidentally bumped into a young woman.

[color=gray]"Oh! I'm so sorry about that, are you alright?"[/color]

Out of habit, she placed her phone against her chest; the same thing she did every time she was on the phone and was also addressing someone in person.