said I wouldn't call... -open-

Duncan's jaw hurt. That was always a sign of trouble. The young man had a tendancy to grind his teeth when he felt particularly on edge. A place you never wanted to see Duncan try to keep his balance. The boy wasn't exactly even keeled after all. Every living soul seemed to know that these days. Duncan King was a study in extremes: extremely mad, extremely happy, extremely bored. Middle ground didn't come up very often for him. He never considered why. For Duncan life was just intense (or occasionally a barren wasteland without any form of stimulation) it was a simple as that. If he were to give it much thought he would have decided he preferred his life that way. To feel in great tsunami's instead of gentle waves. Or at least that's what he might decided if you didn't ask him in the midst of an especially high crest.

Events since they were told they were leaving Hadley were a blur at best, but a inconsequential blur thankfully. It was events from before the move that occupied his mind. Or even more specifically one key event. Everything seemed to happen all at once. He was minding his own business, trying to stay out of trouble for a change. Just tinkering in the electrical shop alone. All of the she blew in. Like a spot of tempting sunshine swept by too strong a breeze. All electric blue eyes, big questions, and hair that smelt like some kind of fruit he couldn't put his finger on. What was about women's hair products that put men at a loss for words.

They'd decided to call themselves a couple, to build something together. Many might have pegged Duncan as the type to scoff at anything close to settling down or going steady but that wasn't the truth of the matter. He always liked having a girlfriend, honestly. Someone to reply on, a safe place to land. Not to mention regular sex. So it hadn't been a conversation he'd taken lightly. Then after being caught in a tryst to seal their agreement by the institute's head of psychiatry the drama continued. Dr. Bjorgen, the iron fist of Hadley, was in fact Fred's father. A fact that would have send most of the male teenage inmates run of the hills and hunt for a nuclear fallout bunker. Not Duncan however.

As he saw it, he agreed to something and his word was good. Probably better than the rest of him. When he said he wanted to be with WiniFred Pace he meant it. The Bjorgen factor was... rough, but not a reason to pretend he never meant what he said. St. Christina's was a rude awakening however. Fred seemed to disappear. Duncan looked, damn near turned the place upside down. Eventually he got a straight answer from an orderly he nearly pestered into insanity. Miss Pace was not a patient at St. Christina's. But Bjorgen has still the head-head-shrinker. The news was... troubling. Did that mean she was still on the island but no longer in treatment? Or had she flown the coop to go live with her mom? And what in the hell was he supposed to do about it? That was the question that plauged him the most... what should he do?

Sitting, hunched forward, his elbows planted on this knees in the family room. His head bent as he ground his teeth in thought. He didn't want to just forget what was said, but with no word.... he wasn't sure exactly how he was supposed to carry on with his life. He was frustrated and feeling impatient. Neither being his best moods.