The little phone card had just enough minutes left on it as she made the last call. Each was the same speech, quick because the minutes where being eatten up. The answering machine at the Pack House picked up and after the beep she was quick to leave her messages.
"Hi everyone, its Loke! I'm going to be home in like 6 hours. We touch down at 3:17 am in Rome tonight. Miss you all, see you soon. Love you."
Of course to each person had that slight little difference but the message was the same. She was coming home and so desperatly wanted to see them all.