Iris is still comfortably nuzzled into the warm dent Jason leaves in the bed when her phone buzzes in her ear. Groggily, she hauls herself up and answers with a sleepy "Hullo?"

The captain of the boat Jason works on introduces himself before he asks if Jason's left for work yet. She frowns, sitting up properly and tells him that he left hours ago, why? It isn't until he informs her that he'd never showed up that she feels her stomach sink. That isn't like Jason. Not in the least. He doesn't ditch work, and definitely doesn't ditch without calling in to explain why. He wouldn't put his work on the line like that. Maybe, as unlikely as it seems, he mixed up his schedules and went to Davin's garage? Assuring the captain she'll keep him up to date, Iris calls, but no one answers. Its still too early for the garage to even be open.

Her chest is tight with worry now and some part of her can feel he's in trouble. Desperately trying not to cry, she grabs her phone and calls the first person she can think of who might be able to help.

"Lara?" she manages to choke out through the lump of tears in her throat. "I need your help."