Oh Where, Oh Where Has Our Little Ann Gone?

Welcome to the 6^th floor.

Today's contributors are: Sara, Tabitha, Frank, Billy and Scott.

Subject: Oh Where, Oh Where Has Our Little Ann Gone?

“So has anyone seen Ann lately? I feel like I haven't seen her in a week.”

“I was just thinking the same thing, we haven't even gotten one of her notes.”

“I'm pretty sure I've at least heard her come in at night, sometimes really late. I haven't talked to her or seen her either though.”

“The same, should we mount a search?”

“I don't think I've seen her either, and I usually keep drastically different hours than you guys.”

“Have we checked the library? She could be buried under a pile of Harry Potter books.”

“No way. The other librarians would have saved her by now. Or at least called us to invite us to the funeral.”

“I'd have to get my suit dry cleaned if there was a funeral.”

“I don't think you need it, but shouldn't your suit be clean already?”

“It's a wrinkled mess in the corner of my closet. I haven't worn it in ages.”

“You only have one?”

“I probably have another one or two back at my parent's place. I don't use them though, so I didn't bring them when I moved.”

“I can't remember the last time I've seen you in anything fancier than what you wear to work.”

“I hate getting dressed up anyway. I'm almost dreading my sister's wedding for just that reason.”

“Your sister's getting married? When? Why didn't you tell us?”

“It didn't come up. August I think. It's going to be hot, which makes me dread the tux even more.”

“Well congratulate her for me.”

“Back to Ann, It's unlike her to run off for this long without telling anyone. I wonder what her deal is. I hope it's nothing bad.”

“We're sitting in the living room talking about her, but is anyone sure she's not just in her room asleep right now?”

“Dibs!” Scott jumps up and opens Ann's room and runs in.

“Nope, she's not in here. Her laptop is not here either, but her bed is made.” Scott says, returning to the living room.

“What does her bed being made have to do with anything?”

“Well if it's not made, maybe she didn't sleep in it last night.”

“Or she made it when she got up...”

“Why would she do that?”

“I'm sure she's fine, probably just busy. Maybe she has been sparked by inspiration and is off in some coffee house writing.”

“When was the last time you were at work Scott?”

“Monday night. Ann wasn't there though.”

“Maybe she's marooned on a weird island with polar bears.”

“Our lives are not an episode of Lost!”

“Then where is she?”

“Have we tried calling her cell phone?”

“No. That would be practical. How are we practical? I gamble for a living remember?”

“Her cell phone died. She dropped it in pancake syrup last week. She told me she was going to get it replaced, but when I called it last night it was off.”

“Oooo! What phone is she going to get? Why didn't she tell me? I can help her pick one out. Is she going to get a Razr? The new iPhone is coming out soon, maybe she should get that.”

“I don't know. It's a phone. It rings, people answer it. What else do you need?”

“You're joking right? I use my phone for so much.”

“He doesn't even have a camera on his phone.”

“Seriously Billy? I don't think I can talk to you anymore.”

“Why don't we just leave a note for Ann to leave us a note telling us what she's been up to? We've heard her come in, I'm sure she'll let us know..in painstaking detail.”

“I guess that works. It sure beats staying all night watching Adult Swim and waiting for her to come home. I'll write the note though, you have crappy handwriting Billy.”