"Ha, ha! Well, uh, funny story…" Franklin's voice wavered with nervousness, causing Ray to raise an eyebrow with a questionable expression on his face. "What's the problem, Franklin?"
"Well, uh, I don't think I'm going to be able to make the Concentrated Albistum.." Franklin's voice trailed off at the end, and Ray didn't respond immediately.
Ray's expression turned thoughtful, and he tilted his head upward, his gaze fixated on the sky. He took a deep breath, and rubbed his forehead, after which Ray's resolve seemed to solidify. "I'm coming over there," he announced firmly.
"Huh? W-Wai-" Franklin's attempt to respond was cut off as Ray ended the call. He swiftly returned his phone back into his pocket, headed towards his motorcycle, and with a roar of the engine, he accelerated onto the road.
