One of God's children

On Sunday morning, November 7th, George turns to Annie and says, "Have you seen Mitchell? I've barely seen him, have you?"

And Annie looks up, and frowns, and says, "Not since that night, when... well, since the accident."

They stare at each other, worried.

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( And when I feel like giving up/Like my world is falling down/I show up at 3am/She's still up watching Vacation, and I/See her pretty face/It takes me away to a better place. )

What the fuck does Kate know, anyway.

[[ nfb, nfi, but ooc-okay! taken from Being Human 1x05, and a lot of playing catch-up. ]]

It had been a fool's errand, an act of desperation, of something sodding stupid done to stave off his own helplessness. The phone call, that was. Of course, none of the scum and the idiots down in Bristol had known anything, so the point was moot and Mitchell was getting more frantic in his efforts.

Maybe the island hadn't been such a good pick, but now he was stuck with it; he wasn't going to let the kids go without a fight.

So after a few hours of necessary rest he was heading back to the school to dive back into the books, cap safely on his head to protect his eyes from the sun, and his gloved hands shoved down his pockets.

He supposed he should've seen it coming, the presence, the taunting, if only by the smellL.

He didn't.

"Mitchell."

The voice, however, was so recognisable it made something in him jump, and his head swivelled around to discover the figure, still clad in a policeman's uniform - although a local one, at least Herrick knew how to blend in - and looking as plain and portly as always, hovering in an alley with his fingers curled around a hot steaming cup.

"Run out of dimes for the phone, Herrick?" he asked, stepping into the alleyway as quickly as he could, "You shouldn't be here."

( Jack had been researching... )

[[ NFI, NFB, OOC-okaaay ]]