In point of fact Calvin did not project well - his mind was neatly balanced in the present, and he rarely indulged in imaginations of any kind, to relieve him from the mundane.
The only time he left his ‘here and now’, was to contemplate some scientific possibility ... and even then he was rooted firmly in what he knew.
When the call came to say that Charley was missing, he had been working on the seventh aspect of his tissue repair - its shelf life.
People underestimate this conundrum. Often the longer any material is kept its components break down, and whatever the matter is, it will change. If you change its aspects, its very life will devolve.
Corruption, contamination and corrosion - the three 'C's Calvin wryly wrestled in production, and there wasn’t a chemist in the world who could beat them.
An anxious Robyn kept repeating words to the effect that she simply did not know. Calvin thought she was on some kind of loop with this thinking.
“Well, how long ago was it that you last spoke with her?" he said, staring at his phone.
"It's only been a day, but that's not the point - she missed a meeting at the London office yesterday afternoon" she sighed impatiently.
“We talked in the morning and she was intending on going then.” She waited for him to say something, but he did not.
“Have you phoned her father?” he asked reluctantly.
“Perhaps he has heard from her, or better still is with her?”
“No, that was going to be my next question ... do you know how to contact him?”
“Sure - I’ll message it to you now. No, wait - I will phone him myself. Is there anything else? Give me five, and I will get back to you.”
For some reason his creeping anxiety had taken hold. He did not want to phone Mr Black, but it was the only thing he could do, and chances were Charley was with him anyway.
- Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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