Hannah isn't faring very well

Fuckity fuck, fuckity fucking shit, Hannah thought. Her fourth time trying to raise the ranger station was just as unsuccessful as the previous three, and when that annoying voice mail clicked on again, she barely heard "This is Colin Matheson at Station 92, we're unable to take your call," before her cellphone found itself impacting the paneling.

Where the fuck is everyone? I pay tax money for this fucking service?! she seethed, exaggerating her part time tutoring job at university. She then yelped and approached her phone like an EMT rushes to a car accident victim.

"Last thing I need right now is Sugarbees calling me on a busted phone," she muttered. Inspecting her phone to her satisfaction ("Instagram came up when the phone hit the wall? Weird.") she breathed, resolving to putting her energy to better uses.

Okay, she thought. Living room, kitchen, check. The basement was the next logical step, already rounding herself to the stairs. She wished she had some help, but the only other presence in the house was one she didn't care for in the least.

Both her and Taylor were pretty sure Shawn had ostracized himself in his room, given his minimal presence at the party, and at the time, they agreed that, the less contact with Shawn, the better. "Pretty sure," though, were the key words, and given Chloe's disappearance, Hannah felt a sick taste flood her mouth. Fuck, why hadn't she realized that before?

She stormed to Shawn's room, and while on the steps, she tried to talk herself out of the logical abyss. Three other bodies were still floating around, and with Dustin or Peter at least, Hannah could rest assured on Chloe's safety. Kendra, well... her breakup with Shawn had been just plain weird, and reliable sources told her she still snuck around his dorm at night sometimes. If Kendra and Shawn had become fuck buddies or whatever, that was their business, but Kendra really did seem to be under Shawn's domineering thumb. If they had **** Chloe into something, Shawn would be lucky if he escaped with his soul intact.

Damnit, basement or Shawn, basement or Shawn, she mulled. Damnit, damnit, fuck damnit.