She had either ignored the call or her phone was off, which is why Henry figured it had gone to voicemail. He nearly wanted to throw his phone at the wall for not reaching her in all this time, but he stopped himself. He was going to leave her a voicemail or else the call would have been useless. His mind quickly made up his mind as to what to say, he was going to keep it simple and short. There was no need to get gushy for he knew that Lindsey would just see through all of that anyway.<br/><br/>"Lindsey, Its Henry. I am sorry about last night. I will make it up to you. Just call me and we will discuss it." It was all he could say before he ended the call. As soon as he took the call away from his ear, he heard the notification that he had messages, fifteen of them in total. Henry hit the button to call his voicemail and sat through them all. Lindsey was worried about him, and so was Tracy. But none of them seemed to know where he was. He felt bad about making them feel this way, it made him feel like he had done some major screw up. Of course, Henry was thinking of a way to make it up to both of them. He just did not know exactly how.<br/><br/>His phone buzzed to life once more with a blank caller ID coming up on the screen while his intercom buzzed, usually he would have just ignored the call, but at the moment he was not going to considering that his life had literally been flipped upside down in the past 24 or so hours and he had nothing to really go off of. All he knew was that he was going to have to find some way to come up with a plan to either get rid of his disease or hide it like the true curse it was in his eyes. With his current luck, it was going to be incurable.<br/><br/>Henry stepped across the room to his intercom while hitting the button on his phone to activate the call. As the phone was just barely connecting, he pressed the button on the intercom and said, "Come on up." He buzzed them in to allow them up. He knew that the person he was letting up was not Lindsey, due to the fact that they had to go through the intercom, she would not need to since he told the guard downstairs that she was free to come up since she had a key to the place and he had told her countless times that his home was her home if she needed a place to get away for a while.<br/><br/>His attention turned from that to the phone call, "Hello?"