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"Of course," Roger nodded, setting the guitar down on her stand, "We'd love to help. Right, Mark?"
"Yeah," Mark agreed, though not really sure what they were getting themselves into. If it did turn out that Isa had died, it would crush Angel and he didn't feel like having to see Angel with a broken heart. The sight would be gut-wrenching.
"Did you use to live close by?" Collins asked, "That's a start. We could try going there."
"I-I guess," Angel bit her lower lip. She hadn't gone to the house since that night, and didn't want to relive old memories, but then again, if it meant finding Isa, it would be worth it. "it's just…I think my parents still live there. I haven't seen them in forever."
"I can go to the door and do the talking," Roger suggested, "No one would recognize me."
"Thank you," Angel smiled at him, "You're sweet."
"Bleh," Roger grimaced, "Don't go telling people that!"
Angel shook her head, "I still can't believe we are really trying to find her. You don't know how many times I have thought about doing this. I just…I hope she's alright."
"Only one way to find out," Mark wrapped the scarf around his neck, "Come on."
"Now?"
"Why not?"
The trio headed out of the loft and towards the subway. Angel could feel the butterflies swarm inside her stomach. She hoped that Isa was alright; she didn't know what she would do if she wasn't. Once they were on the subway, Collins wrapped an arm around Angel's frame.
"Angel-baby, you're shaking."
"Am not," Angel made a weak attempt at sounding stubborn.
"Are too. Talk to me."
"I am scared. What if something has happened to her?"
"At least now you will find out. And besides, we're here for you."
"Yeah," Roger nodded, "We're not going anywhere, right Marky?"
Mark just nodded, not looking up from the window. He still couldn't settle the uneasily feeling boiling inside his stomach. For some reason, he had a bad feeling about this…