in beams of sunlight shone through the swirling black clouds, sparsely illuminating the clustered hills of dusty boulders that reached higher than the storm itself. A silver snake of a river cut through the landscape, only being broken by a lithe silhouette as they raced across the mountains in pursuit of a meal.

Rheumy orange eyes watched as a lone reindeer gallivanted near the crest of the bay, antlers down as it snuffled at the root of a blackberry bush. Hungry. But so was she. Hazel leaped so quietly that her huge paws made no sound, her body low to the ground as she crept over the hard grass. She waited. The reindeer paused, its head going stiff as it wildly checked its surroundings. She could see the fear in its glazed eyes, a watery blue tinted with the hint of the midnight sun.

The skirmish was over in seconds, Hazel ripping the poor thing's throat out without a fuss. She cracked a wild grin and tucked in. "First fresh meal since yesterday." She easily cleaned out the torso and pelvis, discarding the head and hooves for the buzzards. After she picked the bones clean, she scratched a hole in the earth and buried the scraps of what used to be a reindeer.

She licked her lips and sighed, deciding to rest on a jut of stone over the river. She had been walking all night, not too far north. Now, the sun was slowly beginning to move across the horizon but never slipping over it. A day that never ended for weeks at a time. "Hmm." She had preferred to make her cottage in a forest. It wouldn't be too far now; she could scent a hint of pine sap on the breeze.

Hazel pulled out the phone that Alphys had given her, not all that surprised that the battery was still fully charged. Thank you electricity magic! She hadn't received anything from the others yet although it had been almost a day since she had reached Norway. Her fingers hovered over the call button but hesitantly fell back to her sides. She would wait. They could wait.

"Welp. Time to keep moving." Travelling was a breeze out here in the sticks. The great outdoors as she liked to say but it wouldn't be so without looking towards the skies. A sick roll of thunder suddenly roared across the sky and Hazel shuddered. It was already freezing up here! As if snow or rain would do her any better.

Hours passed and with it came the soft rolling green mountains covered in thick swathes of waterlogged trees. Darkness shrouded the forest floor underneath the canopy, bringing with it the jubilous cries of bobcats and owls alike. Hazel could hardly care as the real task was finding somewhere dry to rest. Her phone suddenly began to ring.

"I suppose you have more reasons to connect me with your fugitive? Come in." Toriel's tone was brisk and irritated, more bothered by two strange women coming through the door at midnight. "The children are asleep-" She growled, her red eyes glaring as she locked the door behind the officers. "I intend to keep it that way so talk quietly."

"Very well." Came one of the officer's response. She was tall, with sandy blonde hair and vivacious green eyes. She looked to be exhausted as well. "Is there a place we can sit for now?"

"Mmm." Toriel showed the two ladies towards the dining room table, folding her hands in front of her while she waited for them to settle down. "Well? Are we going to waste moonlight?"

"Excuse me. My partner is setting up her tracker right now." The very tall brunette next to her pulled out a thick laptop and began fiddling with the settings and browsers. "Now, -"

"It's Toriel, thank you, dear." Toriel corrected.

"Well then. . As you know, the Interpol have already been contacted with clues about the suspect's profile and known record. However, we have one clue that we might be able to get from you."

"And that is?"

"Location." The brunette spoke up slowly. Her brown eyes held no emotion in them as far as the glint of the screen in her eyes. "We have tracked the numbers traced in the area and we know that you have been in contact with a number registered to the suspect."

"I'm afraid I don't understand." Toriel faked, her tone becoming a bit more confused and impatient. "In contact with the suspect? Why would you need some data like that for location?"

"We want you to call your little friend." The blonde replied. "You call her and the phone activates. We get exactly where she is and as long as the phone is alive, we can track her wherever she goes. So… you mind ringing that cell of yours?"

"I do mind." Toriel snapped. "Hazel is innocent and she has nothing to do with whatever that excavation is! I'm not turning her into a tracking chip because of your investigation." She seethed.

"Now that's interesting." The brunette spoke up. "The police around Ebott have already connected two main suspects to the bones. But we never said anything about your friend having to do with those corpses. We just found items belonging to her around the crime scene and we'd like to question her about them. Awfully defensive, I might think."

"And I have the right to be. What say you if I do call her-"

"When you call her." The blonde corrected smugly.

"If I call her." Toriel threatened. "Are the Interpol going to jail her? Or bring her back here to the states?"

"Depends." The brunette answered neutrally. "If she is connected to the bones, then yes, we have to jail her. She will be brought back to the states regardless. We need her to be here on first-hand accounts."

"I need to have your word that nothing else will happen to her should I call her." The two feds looked at each other, both reluctant but agreeing anyway.

"Innocent until proven guilty." Came the blonde's biting response.

Toriel took a deep breath before pulling her cell phone out of her apron pocket. She picked through the pin and began to scroll through the contacts. There it was. Her clawed fingers hovered over the keys, anxious and afraid.

She had no idea if Hazel had gotten Sans's call or not. That anything could happen to her out on the other side of the world. In a foreign land with a foreign language and people that she had never seen before. Far away from her care.

"Anytime today, Toriel."

She pushed the button. The dial began to ring quietly in her hands, the three waiting eagerly for their victim to answer the phone. It took four long rings before the tone snapped and the sound of rain cut through the other receiver.

"Uh, Tori. No offense, but isn't it a bit too early to be calling me?" Came a small voice on the other end of the phone. The brunette grinned as her laptop began to ping loudly.

"It is very early, yes. You don't mind, do you?" The blonde began to write something on a piece of paper, holding it up for Toriel to see. Haltdalen, Norway. Hazel was almost towards the Arctic Circle.

"Nah. The midnight sun is up and adam all day out here but it's actually around six or seven in the morning." The sound came through crystal clear but so did the sounds of chirping owls and the sound of a tree falling. The brunette turned her monitor around so that Toriel could see. In the southern portion of Haltdalen, a small white ping was moving forward, gradually easing around the city through the thick woods. "So what's up?"

"Did Sans ever call you with my message?"

"Message? No. The last time I used this phone was when I was on my plane. Why? Is it important?"

"Very. I stress this to you very clearly so please listen."

"Whoa. Alright, if it's got you calling me at midnight then I'm all ears. Let me hear it." The sounds of another tree falling swished through the ends of the phone along with the screech of a bobcat.

"The Interpol are looking for you."

"First of all, seriously? I just got here and I'm already being hunted down. Wow" Toriel heard a sarcastic snort before Hazel came back to the phone, a loud snap echoing. "Big whoop. I've been hunted down before. What of it?"

"Right after you left as we all split up, excavators down in Ebott found thousands of bones and corpses littered around the site. They found some of your stuff at the site, and they're going to track you down." Toriel paused as did Hazel. There came a loud thump and a clap of thunder before the other side was briefly muffled. The rain vanished.

"Wait. They have my stuff?"

"Wha- oh, they have found things like photos, books, cassettes-"

"They found it? Things I've been looking for for years? And they suddenly dig it up out of nowhere?"

"Did you know about the corpses?" Toriel pushed on. There was a long pause on the other end before Hazel spoke again.

"Let's see. We're talking about a thousand bodies scattered around so yeah, I might know something. I might even say that I could definitely be connected to the case. But that's old news." Toriel almost choked.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what? Your calls are already being tracked. If that's the case then I'm screwed either way."

"There are two agents here with me listening in on the call. I-" Toriel mumbled on anxiously.

"Ratted me out? Don't worry about it. You keep the kids safe that way. Is this on speaker? You said the two feds could hear me."

"Yes, they can hear you."

"Good. Now let me analyze everything that you've just told me. The FBI believes that I am connected to the bones around because they found a crate of my stuff with them. They are using this call to track my location and anything I might tell you. Enough said, I'm already screwed so how about I put the nail in the coffin already? Listen up feds, this is for you. I'm coming for the stuff that you dug up. That's my property you've got and I'd like to have it back. Family stuff, ya' know?"

"Family stuff?" Came the blonde's reply. "You've just proven and I have it on audio record that you are connected to the bones. You come back, you're being jailed for years."

"Yes, family stuff as far as I remember. I do know a lot about those bones and yes, I should be your prime suspect. Jailed too in modern terms. I'm not gonna lie. However, if you want to forcefully track me down using my friends, you can expect this to turn into the world's longest game of cat and mouse. Literally."

"And that's supposed to mean?"

"Means this. Cut my friends out of this. Wipe them off your record. Don't even think about doing any hostage shit to get me come to you. I'm already on my way back to the city. And by the way, I'm only coming to get my stuff. You try to handcuff me or lock me up and I will tear out your throat and spread your entrails from Cape Town to Naukan. And that's a certain threat you don't want on your head. Especially from me. I'll find your Interpol shortly. Forward this call to them, they'll want to hear it before they come at me with a gun. I can promise you that." Hazel's tone was crisp and cold, with little to no emotion held in its depth.

"Brave words coming from a fugitive."

"Nah. Coming from somebody who has the stamina to put up with your bullshit. And Toriel. I'll have my phone on me at all times. Call me whenever. Tell the others that I will be watching out for them. If the feds or whoever come knocking down your door or something like that, you'd better believe I'll be there. It's too bad. I just got finished eating too and reindeer meat does tend to make somebody sleepy. Sorry for putting you in this crappy position but I have no time to chew the fat while I'm dancing down towards Bergen again. See you soon-" The phone cut off.