Gordon had been enjoying lazing about. Enjoying the warm sand as he worked on his tan. He had the day off, so unless it was a an emergency that absolutely needed everyone he didn't have to go. This meant plenty of time to do a whole lot of nothing and when a call had come in, as they tended to, he had absent-mindedly wondered what the world would do without them as he waved his brothers off with that smug air of a man with solid plan of sleeping and sunbathing.
After a while though something felt wrong. there was a sickening, wrenching feeling that told him he should be doing something. He proper himself up on his elbows as the feeling grew and twisted, like a set of roots it wormed its way through him, digging deep into his bones.
The warm sands underneath where cold as worry drove him back to the villa, he needed to call them, he needed to be sure that this was nothing. That taking today wasn't a mistake he would live to regret.
Hitting the kitchen made him halt dead as his grandmother sat in tears while Casey's hologram stood in an eerie blue stoicism.
The world buzzed around him like screeching static, he couldn't hear what was said, he didn't need to, those roots where enough. they dug deeper and deeper and had no intention of leaving.