I only half listened to the rest of the group chatting about the assignment our professor had handed out today. I mean, really? With everything going on, he couldn't postpone a damn essay?

Most of my attention was on Taylor. Despite her silent assurances that she was fine, I knew something was up.

We'd only met a couple of months back, hitting it off when we realised that we were taking the same classes. I don't think there was anyone else here majoring in Medicine, and then minoring in Anthropology. Probably because the anthropology professor liked to focus on myths and monsters. Which was, of course, why I'd chosen it.

I hoped it was the phone call she'd been waiting on for the past couple of days. She refused to tell me who she was trying to contact, but I could tell it was important to her. She'd been getting more and more tense with each unanswered call and message.

Not that I could judge too much. Apart from the fact that the whole campus was on edge right now, I'd been feeling increasingly tense with my unsuccessful attempts to get hold of Sam and Dean.

I was increasingly sure that this was their sort of thing, and I found it incredibly frustrating that the one time I needed to contact them for a case was the one time I couldn't get hold of them.

Of course they might have tried to get hold of me today, when I'd stupidly left my phone back at the dorms.

"What do you think Emily?" Sari asked, and I turned to give her a confused look, having not heard whatever it was she wanted my opinion on. "Never mind. It'll take her some time, her and Tom were close." She commented.

I nodded, "I know. Doesn't mean I can't worry about her."

They all nodded.

"Until they catch this nut job I'm going to worry about everyone." Amelia said.

There was a moment of silence while we all considered that, then they chose to continue their previous conversation, choosing essay topics for the assignment.

I zoned them out again. I could see how they would rather not think about what was going on, but I'd rather not live in the dark. I'd tried that. It had just led to more fear. Knowing what was out there, how to spot it and what to (theoretically) do about it, ended up making me feel safer.

Taylor was crying, but still made it clear that she wanted her privacy, and so I waited.

Finally she hung up the phone and tucked it into her pocket. I took that as permission and strode over to her, wrapping her in a hug.

"You look like you need it." I told her quietly.

After a moment she hugged me back, holding me tight for a few moments before letting go.

I moved back a little, "Want to talk about it?"

She considered it for a moment. "It was an old friend of mine. You know those two feds I told you about? The two that saved me from a couple of psychos when I was younger?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"Well, I still keep in touch with them from time to time. I'm hoping they might be able to help find the current psycho. They'll be here in a couple of days." She said with a shrug that said she didn't want to make a big deal out of it.

I nodded, "That's good thinking." I gave her a smile, "Come on, let's get back to the dorms and cleaned up before the dinner rush."

She nodded, and we headed back to the group to join in the comfortingly normal course discussions.

Or at least she joined in. I was thinking that I really needed to get hold of Sam and Dean. I was pretty sure this case was their domain, not that of the FBI, and I hoped their fake FBI status would stand up to close contact with the actual FBI.

When we reached the dorms the group split up into pairs, everyone heading for their rooms with whoever had the closest room. Even inside, no one wanted to be alone right now.

Taylor and I were lucky enough to be just a couple of rooms apart, and so the two of us waved to the others and headed for our corridor.

We walked in silence, both busy with our own thoughts until we reached my room. "Dinner in 15?" I confirmed our usual arrangement.

Emily nodded, "Yup."

I waited for her to open her own door before heading into my room, closing and locking the door behind me.

I kicked off my shoes with a sigh and headed over to my bed, flopping down onto my stomach and closing my eyes for a few moments before leaning down to pick up my phone. It was still sitting on the floor next to the bed, where I had left it charging this morning.

"Idiot" I muttered to myself. I mean, seriously, of all the times to go forgetting my phone, I did it while there was a killer on the loose.

I turned the screen on and was instantly distracted from my stupidity by a missed call and a message, both from Sam.

I cleared the missed call and checked the message.

Hi Emily, sorry I missed your calls, we've been out of phone range. Sounds like you've got a case down there, so we are on our way. Give us a call when you get this, Sam.

I let out a sigh of relief. They were coming. Thank God. I just hoped they got here before too many more people died.

I sat up and called him back.

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