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If you don't think Alex doesn't immediately try and call that number, then well, you don't know Alex. (Even if she did blink a bit when she first got the call and remembered how Simon said he was worried about frightening her the last time that she'd actually spoken to him.)

After dialing the number, she's just holding onto her breath to see if this time he can answer. Or will answer.

As soon as Simon's phone rang, he answered it. He leaned against the wall of the house he had been squatting in. "Alex..." His voice was calm as usual, even though he was panicking on the inside. The walls of the building had symbols written on them, triangles and Sumarian numerology that only he knew the translation and symbolism of. He ran his free hand over the arm holding the phone, clawing slightly. "You're in danger."

Alex wished that she was surprised by what Simon had said, but she wasn't. Honestly, she'd been feeling like she was lowkey in danger since she'd first discovered Maddie Franks' body all those months ago. Still, she closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath, looking around her apartment and wishing that she hadn't let Nic chase her out of the studio.

"New imminent danger or the same old danger, Simon? Also, is it okay if I start recording this?" At least she was asking this time, honestly. Even if her finger was already about to reach for the button.

Simon knew Alex may have thought she was in danger, but she was in way over her head now. He closed his eyes and leaned further into the wall. He rocked back and forth slightly. But then he shook his head, forgetting she couldn't see him. He knew it was dangerous. They could be tracing his calls.

"Old and New. Alex, He's watching. He's listening...." He knew he sounded just as insane as he had back when they first met. But then he was asked if he could be recorded. He paused for a long moment. "Yeah. And we need to talk. In person. I can't tell you everything. Not yet..."

The difference was that after everything, Alex didn't think that he was so insane now. There had just been too much insanity for her to keep on believing in the black and white world of Dr. Strand. So, she accepted that she probably was in danger if Simon said that she was, and she was already bracing, planning in her head for the next steps that she should be taking.

And of course Alex hit that record button on her phone.

"Do you mean Warren?" Alex was pretty sure he meant Warren. Warren seemed to be behind everything. And then knowing that both Nic and Strand would probably kill her, she asked quickly before she could lose her nerve. "Where do you want to meet? I'm hoping I don't need to fly to Russia." The last bit was said half-jokingly, because it was a typical Alex defense mechanism.

Simon knew he had scared Alex the last time he had talked to her. He had told her the truth, about her causing the end of the world. He knew he was being recorded. So he was careful with what he said. He always was when being recorded.

"I can't tell you who I mean...but airing that clip....you caused the end of the world, Alex. I told you before, there're some people who want to watch the world burn..." At the mention of her having to go to Russia, he let out a breathy laugh.

No, it would be more simple than that. "I'll meet you. Oh, and I like your new bedsheets. They're nicer than your old ones."

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For a minute, Alex just swallowed and she looked around her apartment. Nic and Richard hadn't believed that Simon had been inside of it and knocking during her sleep note, but she did even if she hadn't wanted to admit readily to that belief. But it was something else to hear him mention her apartment so openly.

And once again, Alex tries to take the joking way out, though there's a bit of a forced note in her tone. "Well, thank Amalia, I guess. She thought I needed more adult ones." With a nicer thread count, of course.

Taking a deep breath, Alex just moved from her sofa and into her kitchen. "Should I put coffee on for the two of us then?" A beat, because this was something way more normal than what the two of them normally did. "Do you actually drink coffee?" Coffee was Alex's lifeblood and security blanket. She didn't know what that might be for Simon.

Simon heard the forced joke and rolled his eyes. Oh; she could try to believe that he couldn't bilocate. But the truth was, he had gotten stronger. In Turkey, he had managed to learn more about his ability. And in doing so, he was able to bilocate physically. Or at least make whatever part of him that could bilocate more tangible

"If you have cream and sugar," he replied. He was not a big coffee drinker but he didn't mind it once in a while. He looked around at the symbols he had drawn around himself and sighed. "Don't be scared when you see me. I learned to make myself visble when I bilocate."

The young man had specifically gone to Turkey in order to learn about more of his abilities. And another quest that he was not ready to share with anyone just yet. Not until he could prove his theory.

"I always have cream and sugar. Those are probably the only staples I constantly have." Because Alex wasn't someone who cooked. Ever. Milk and sugar and ramen were probably the only thing that she made sure that she had along with coffee. Coffee was Alex's main food group, honestly, which probably helped with that whole not sleeping thing.

As for the rest, she took a deep breath, and considered setting up a video to record Simon, but she didn't want to do that. It wasn't worth the argument with Strand when he didn't even have that million dollars that she would have counted on anyway. Still, she moved into her kitchen and started filling up the water for her kettle.

"Okay..." Nodding, even though he can't see her, she started the electric kettle and then turned to look at her living room. "I'm in the kitchen if it matters. I don't know if it does but..." Because god knew what factored into him being able to do this, and if he needed to know where she was so he didn't bilocate into her or whatever.

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