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[ When the video turns on, Klaus appears, looking dazed with wide, pale eyes and a paler face. It's early, judging by the warm glow of the sun in the window behind him. He's sitting in what appears to be an empty apartment, void of all personal touches, save for the two dogs one might see prancing around in the frame.

He wrings his hands back and forth and sucks in a slow, shaky breath, before he continues. ]

Well.

For those of you who know my esteemed sister, Allison, I regret to inform you that as of this morning the portals have decided to up, up, and away with her. Just like that. Poof. [ He laughs a little, though it's mirthless, and bubbles out around a frown. ]

Maybe we'll get lucky, maybe she'll come back, as this seems to be the Hargreeves curse. God, this place...

[ He looks away from the camera, and if someone looks closely enough, they might see his eyes are a little puffy, red-rimmed. He sniffs once before he looks back at the camera. He can feel the urge to scream, feel the panic climbing up the back of his throat but he swallows around that lump instead and continues. ]

I'll be at the gym tonight at seven. I promised her I'd help with the search parties today anyway and God knows she'll kick my ass into next week if she comes back and the family loser has gone and dropped the ball. I'll be there every evening. We'll get ourselves organized at seven and keep searching until everyone reported missing makes it home safe. [ He has to do it for her. ]

If you have questions, give me a few, won't you? Hugs and kisses, et cetera...

[ He reaches for his cigarettes with trembling hands, pulling one from the practically empty pack and lighting one up before his video switches to a private feed. ] Seven, sharp.


Locked to: Hargreeves family, Prim, Tony Stark, Sirius Black, Lydia Martin, Derek Hale

Could someone watch the dogs? I'm supposed to work for a few hours. Yippee. [ He lets out a breath and scrubs a hand over his face. He looks like he hasn't slept. ]

She said she was going to take today off, so I was going to head up the search to give her a break. I just saw her last night. We walked home together for Christ's sakes. That was literal hours ago. Hours.

[ The frustration shows in the wrinkled brow, the fingers pulling back through his hair, the beginnings of dark circles under his eyes. When he speaks again, his voice wavers. Beside him on the couch sit two little dolls on their sides, hand made and in perfect condition. One Allison bought, one he bought. ]

But she's gone. Really gone. Damn it.