"Anxiety is a thin stream of fear trickling through the mind.

If encouraged, it cuts a channel into which all other thoughts are drained."

// Arthur Somers Roche //

Lincoln and I spend the rest of the day driving around town looking for Daisy. By the time 4pm rolls around, we're both sufficiently panicked. I call Daisy so many times, but she never answers. Finally, finally, I get a call back.

"Hey Jemma, I called Daisy and she just informed me that she's with Lincoln. They're taking a well-deserved vacation to go to couples therapy to work through their issues."

I look over at Lincoln who looks just as confused as I do. Clearly this is the first he's hearing of this.

"She said they were house hunting in Pegasus Village."

Director Coulson clears his throat awkwardly. Lincoln and I exchange worried glances before he continues.

"Well, they sounded quite busy. "

Lincoln scowls and starts cursing loudly in French. My mouth drops open and a startled gasp escapes my lips.

"Sir! Lincoln is sitting next to me in his car. We've been looking for Daisy all day."

It's silent on the other end of the line and all we can hear is harsh breathing for a few minutes.

"One moment, I'll trace the call and get back to you."

The director abruptly ends the call. I look over at Lincoln, who has a white knuckled grip on the steering wheel. My heart sinks, I reach over and gently place a comforting hand over his clenched fists.

"Maybe it's not what it sounds like?"

Lincoln doesn't respond with anything more than a grunt. Yeah, I don't really believe me either. Lincoln drives us to my house before he takes my keys and lets us both in. I just let him curl up on my couch while I start fixing dinner. Poor Lincoln.