Leona was weeping. She went missing, that girl really went missing. Leona knew her, which made it all the worse. With a shaky breath, Leona played the last thing the girl had sent her. "Hey… um I think you might not respond to this. Haha! I’m not quite sure how uhhh time zones work… at all. Hehe… yeah… You’re Canadian, right? Hold on…. Let me Google it… What… time… is… it… in… hmmm… Canada… Oh… 1:46! You definitely won’t see this then… so what’s the point of talking any longer? Uhhh… buh-bye! Sweet dreams… " It was a voicemail. The last one she ever got from her. Poor girl.