"Which one?" he says, but then there's the sound of a thump, a clatter, and then nothing at all. "Alex? Alex!" It doesn't matter. He'll go to both of them if he has to. None of it matters, aside from finding her.

Darlington stands, sliding his phone into the pocket of his blazer, running his other hand through his hair. "I have to go," he tells Andrea, bending again to pull his bag out from beneath the desk. "Priya will be here in an hour, and it's been quiet, and...I just have to go." Confusion crosses her face, her mouth opening as if to protest, but he ignores it all. "Family emergency."

At the last minute, following some horrible instinct, he opens the bottom drawer of the desk, taking out one of the overdose kits they'd only just started keeping there. It was some new initiative, kits distributed to the library, city hall, the museum; every public institution in the city. There'd been a training for all front-of-house staff, one of those things they were told probably wouldn't be needed but was happening anyway just in case.

He doesn't think about whether it'll be needed now, just puts it in his bag and goes, breaking into a run once he's out the door of the museum and down the wide front steps.