Fifty-Six (Danny); Vanishing Act.
"Danny! Daniel fucking Elfman pick up the phone!!! It's four in the morning, you are not out! Take this off the fucking answerphone Danny!!! Pick up the fucking phone if you care about anyone else outside your fucking screwed up head-!!"
"What?" I growl dangerously into the phone. Amy is right; it is four in the morning, and I've only just gotten to sleep after spending the best part of three days in my studio with the score for Tim's damn film. What the fuck is so important that Amy needs to call me at four in the morning to scream at me?!
"Why the fuck didn't you pick up earlier?!" she belts at me. Now I'm more awake I can hear a worrying note of panic in her voice.
"Why are you calling me at four in the morning?" I ask, trying to be calm; I don't want her to start screaming or shouting again! "It must be about... Half ten over there, right? What's going on?"
"Danny, get on a flight and get over here quickly!"
That was not the answer I was expecting. I blink, speechless for a moment. Ironic, really, that Amy is the only one who can make me speechless, when there was once a time she could barely speak a single word to me...
"What-? Amy, what the hell are you-"
"Danny just do it!" Amy's voice cracks in the middle of her sentence, and I feel an unwanted icy sensation flood through my veins.
"Amy, I can't go anywhere right now, and I'm not going to go anywhere until you tell me what the fuck's going on! What's happened? Is someone hurt?" I really didn't want to say that, did I? Well fucking done Elfman...! A noise from Amy brings me out of my morose little thoughts. It takes me just a second to realise what it was, and that scares me more than it should; if Amy's crying something's definately up. Fucking hell... "Amy," I stop snapping at her and try to sound at least vaguely calm, though my heart is now playing the 1812 overture. "Please, what's going on?"
"It's - oh God Danny - we were at the gig - and it all went well and everyone was enjoying themselves and stuff - and Heather-" her voice cuts out once more to the choking sob that startled me seconds ago. "She - she looked so happy Danny... She was so happy..."
"Amy!" Panic is creeping up my throat, and I can't help snapping. "What. Has. Happened. To. Heather?" I bite each word out clearly. I have to know what's happened to Heather to make Amy so hysterical. God, I hope she isn't dead! That would kill Tim... And Jesus, I'm fond of her... Just don't ever let her hear that! If she could hear it... Shut up, Danny!
"Danny she - she - they were leaving the stage at the end of the gig... And all the lights went out at we thought it was just a powercut - and - God Danny I laughed! And we guessed it was just a tripped fuse or something --cause they were really going for it!-- but when the lights came back on--"
Amy's voice is breaking between every word, as though saying what she's trying to say might make the whole situation a lot worse. "Oh God... Danny...!" She's crying now, and fuck I'd give anything to be there for her right now.
"Amy..." I say weakly, not sure of whether there's anything I can say to make her feel any better......... "What happened when the lights came on...?" Perhaps Heather's slipped and fallen...? Maybe she's just a bit hurt, maybe she's broken something --nothing drastic!-- which will have scared Amy and--
Amy chokes.
"When the lights came on... Heather had disappeared."
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