Vivienne stayed a while but when the sun started to fully go down, she said,<br/><br/>"I'm going to find the boys. They will be waking now. I will check in wiith Malachai and tell him what we found out."<br/><br/>Isolde waved goodbye and ascended the stairs to her apartment. She spent some time in meditation. A calming spell did not clear her mind. Flopping down on her bed, she throttled the remote. Cooking shows did not obliterate her thoughts. Finally, she couldn't resist it any longer.<br/><br/>The phone rang and rang, soon though, Malachai's voice came over the voicemail.<br/><br/>"I am not available. Avail yourself of the voice mail. I will decide whether to call you back or not."<br/><br/>With a puzzled look at the phone, she dialed again, this time to the club.<br/><br/>"Club Malachai," the man's voice intoned.<br/><br/>Isolde explained who she was and asked to speak to Malachai, only to be informed that he was not available. She recoiled visibly at the dial tone in her ear.