Phoebe hung up the phone, and the second she did Shane burst into the room.
He always did, even after a whole week of not hearing a word from Erin he
still ran to the phone.
"I'm guessing it wasn't her."
Is it ever? Phoebe thought. But she just shook her head. "No, it was just my Dad, checking in. "
Shane nodded and sat down, giving a scream of frustration seconds later. 'Where the hell is she? No one can find her! It's like the Earth opened up and swallowed her whole."
"You know what's she's like. She's resourceful. Erin could get herself a seat on a rocket if she wanted."
"Why hasn't she called anyone? Just to let us know she's alright?"
Phoebe shrugged. She didn't know how Erin's mind work, and god knows she'd spent a hell of a lot of time trying to figure it out. Maybe it had just slipped her mind to inform her family that she was infact still breathing. Nothing she did surprised Phoebe.
"Don't you know anywhere secret place she might be?" Shane asked.
Phoebe couldn't help but laugh. "Just because we shared a womb for nine months doesn't mean we're that close. She'll get in touch with you when she wants to."
Shane lashed out, and knocked a lamp off the table besides him. He didn't seem to care. He buried his face in his hands and she didn't know what to do. She was never good in these situations. Uneasily, Phoebe sat next to Shane and put an arkward arm around his shoulders.
"Don't worry, she'll......"
"Don't worry!" Shane shouted, looking up and pushing her away. "Dont worry! My Fiance left me at the alter in front of three hundred people. My fiance has disappeared. My fiance could in all rights be dead and you're telling me not to worry! Get real!"
"What am I suppose to do?" Phoebe shot back. "I don't think the's enough room under your black cloud for two of us! I know she humiliated you, but we can't bring her back. If she doesn't want to be found she won't be!"
Shane got up and walked away from Phoebe. She felt bad instantly, he didn't need this.
"I'm sorry." she muttered.
"What am I suppose to do? I'm not use to her not being here."
But Phoebe didn't know what to say.
Shane took advantage of the time he should of been on honeymoon to stay in his room and accept meals from Phoebe through a gap in the door. After four days she was tired of having herself for company and only being asked:
"Was it her?" every time the phone rang.
After coming home from work and finding Shane's dirty place in the sink she'd had enough. Phoebe stromed upstairs and hammered on the bedroom door.
"Shane! Open up now!"
He ignored her and she went on.
"Shane open the door or I'm going to kick it down! Right!"
For a few seconds, Phoebe though she would have to do that. As if Shane was testing her, just to see if she could or would. Then it opened and she walked in. The room was a mess, the cutians where still drawn and the bed looked more like a nest. THe picture of Shane and ERin that had stood of the bedside table was now face down.
"What?" he asked.
"Get downstairs now."
"Are you telling me what to do?"
"You're damn right I am. I'm sick of making you meals just for you to sit up here. It's not doing anyone any good."
"I want to be alone." He replied.
Phoebe groaned. "Well I don't and there are two people in this house. You've had your friends calling all week. They want to be there for you, but you don't want to know."
Shane ignored her, her just lay on the bed and flipped through the televsion channels. Phoebe gave a mental sigh and changed tactics.
"This won't bring Erin back."
"I know." He said simply.
Then for a couple of minutes he said nothing. He stared at the wall, but eventually he got up and headed out the room.. Shane stopped next to Phoebe.
"What will being her back?" he asked.
She wished she could answer him, but the truth was, she didn't know. No one, except Erin did.
"I'm guessing it wasn't her."
Is it ever? Phoebe thought. But she just shook her head. "No, it was just my Dad, checking in. "
Shane nodded and sat down, giving a scream of frustration seconds later. 'Where the hell is she? No one can find her! It's like the Earth opened up and swallowed her whole."
"You know what's she's like. She's resourceful. Erin could get herself a seat on a rocket if she wanted."
"Why hasn't she called anyone? Just to let us know she's alright?"
Phoebe shrugged. She didn't know how Erin's mind work, and god knows she'd spent a hell of a lot of time trying to figure it out. Maybe it had just slipped her mind to inform her family that she was infact still breathing. Nothing she did surprised Phoebe.
"Don't you know anywhere secret place she might be?" Shane asked.
Phoebe couldn't help but laugh. "Just because we shared a womb for nine months doesn't mean we're that close. She'll get in touch with you when she wants to."
Shane lashed out, and knocked a lamp off the table besides him. He didn't seem to care. He buried his face in his hands and she didn't know what to do. She was never good in these situations. Uneasily, Phoebe sat next to Shane and put an arkward arm around his shoulders.
"Don't worry, she'll......"
"Don't worry!" Shane shouted, looking up and pushing her away. "Dont worry! My Fiance left me at the alter in front of three hundred people. My fiance has disappeared. My fiance could in all rights be dead and you're telling me not to worry! Get real!"
"What am I suppose to do?" Phoebe shot back. "I don't think the's enough room under your black cloud for two of us! I know she humiliated you, but we can't bring her back. If she doesn't want to be found she won't be!"
Shane got up and walked away from Phoebe. She felt bad instantly, he didn't need this.
"I'm sorry." she muttered.
"What am I suppose to do? I'm not use to her not being here."
But Phoebe didn't know what to say.
Shane took advantage of the time he should of been on honeymoon to stay in his room and accept meals from Phoebe through a gap in the door. After four days she was tired of having herself for company and only being asked:
"Was it her?" every time the phone rang.
After coming home from work and finding Shane's dirty place in the sink she'd had enough. Phoebe stromed upstairs and hammered on the bedroom door.
"Shane! Open up now!"
He ignored her and she went on.
"Shane open the door or I'm going to kick it down! Right!"
For a few seconds, Phoebe though she would have to do that. As if Shane was testing her, just to see if she could or would. Then it opened and she walked in. The room was a mess, the cutians where still drawn and the bed looked more like a nest. THe picture of Shane and ERin that had stood of the bedside table was now face down.
"What?" he asked.
"Get downstairs now."
"Are you telling me what to do?"
"You're damn right I am. I'm sick of making you meals just for you to sit up here. It's not doing anyone any good."
"I want to be alone." He replied.
Phoebe groaned. "Well I don't and there are two people in this house. You've had your friends calling all week. They want to be there for you, but you don't want to know."
Shane ignored her, her just lay on the bed and flipped through the televsion channels. Phoebe gave a mental sigh and changed tactics.
"This won't bring Erin back."
"I know." He said simply.
Then for a couple of minutes he said nothing. He stared at the wall, but eventually he got up and headed out the room.. Shane stopped next to Phoebe.
"What will being her back?" he asked.
She wished she could answer him, but the truth was, she didn't know. No one, except Erin did.