Spot Off The Causeway on the Mainland Side, Friday Evening

[chosehumanity]

He'd left Mina a message, but he had no idea whether she'd show up, or if she'd bring anyone. Still, staying off the island seemed like a more and more appealing prospect-- that is, if they didn't manage to the bottom of this and quickly.

Mitchell hadn't signed on to be the prime game in a witch hunt.

So now he was out there, waiting. (Maybe even dithering) He'd been trying to place a phone call all day, but he kept going back and forth on the decision. Finally, he hit call.

Waited.

Waited some more.

Wait-- "Seth," Mitchell said, rubbing his forehead, "Get me Herrick on the phone-- Seth. I mean it--" Pause. "Don't even start about Lauren. He's here, isn't he? Is this your work-- he's nipped out for a kebab. Brilliant. I don't care. Seth, has anyone ever told you you're a complete idiot? ... Yeah, there's a reason no one tells you anything-- you're staying out of that hospital. Seth. Just tell Herrick to phone me back. Think you can manage that?"

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Mina had been trying to ignore the recent clamor on the island, but when Mitchell contacted her she could no longer shy away from it. Excusing herself from her clinic shift, she went to meet him where he'd asked.

"I do hope this is not a confession," she greeted, admittedly a little cooler than normal with her tone.