sixwordstories | Tis the season.

*Might be calling, sorry Howard misdial frantic Worthington is frantic because babysister's missing, she was trying to call the girl's friend in LA.*

Hello? Who is it? [Seriously, who calls at this hour?]

Huh... Crap... I mean I'm sorry Mr. Stark. My kid sister went missing I was dialing her contacts, must have hit the wrong button somewhere... Last digit of our number's almost like her dad's.

Uh-huh. [There's a definite slur to his words.] You should call the police or - or something. She's not here, I can tell you that.

Already did. Debating a few other groups I know... but Dad's telling me not to... Okay, what did I interrupt, and should I hang up wake up Tony and send him to go check on you? *Because she's pretty sure she wouldn't be able to get into the building this late hour.*

I - you didn't interrupt any-anything, it's just late. [Lamest excuse ever.]

*She glances at the clock* Right, four am. I should... probably let you go shouldn't I?

That - that'd be helpful, yeah. I hope you find your sister.

You should go home. Get some rest. I think I caught on dad's schedule a meeting with your company. It's in the afternoon... I'll change it while I finish up here. Bobbi's probably fine. *Hope in her voice about it anyway*

No, I - I can't go home right now. Too many memories. I'll sleep on the couch here. It's no big deal.

Just get some rest okay. Have a feeling I might be sent in his place.