[Margaret's POV]
Although Henry verbally criticized Donald for his lack of compassion, he still ended up doing a lot of things in the afternoon.
By around 5 p.m., as I looked at the chat interface on my phone, chatting with Elizabeth, and the text I had sent two hours ago asking where they had arrived, which seemed to have disappeared into the void, a sense of unease slowly began to surface in my heart.
I raised my hand and pressed against my suddenly twitching and tightening heart, then casually dialed Elizabeth's number...
But even after the ringing tone in the phone had finished playing, Elizabeth still did not answer my call. I frowned and pressed the end call button, trying to use the mind-link to contact Elizabeth and Armstrong!
[Elizabeth, where are you right now? Why aren't you returning my messages and calls?]
[Armstrong, are you with Elizabeth right now? Where are you?]
