[ robin doesn't get a response. there's nothing at all, not a peep out of laura, for over a week. it's not until well into the second week that there's a series of spotty messages, barely legible like the panic is making them hard to read. they're not all there, some words drop in and out, some words just appear on their own — SACRIFICED lingers alone for far too long — but the jist of the message is clear: ]
They're doing something to us oh my God I can't get out I think I'm about to get sacrificed what the fuck oh my God no it's worse
no subject
They're doing something to us oh my God I can't get out I think I'm about to get sacrificed what the fuck oh my God no it's worse
[ and then, radio silence again. ]