Hong Kong, Tuesday evening

[lovemykilt]

"Look," Priestly said. He'd finally managed to scrape together enough money for a long distance phone card and had, naturally, immediately called the Beach City Grill. "You guys can't keep sending me money. You're both broke, too. Unless Trucker decided to give you raises."

"Who?" asked Jen. Priestly pinched his nose and successfully resisted the urge to throw his phone against a wall.

"Is Priestly talking about his imaginary friends again?" asked Tish in the background.

"They're not -- aaaaggggh!" Priestly groaned. It was no use, he'd tried explaining it to them any number of times before, ever since they first started denying the existence of his mother. "Look, is Zo around? Does she still exist?"

"The crystal lady across the street?"

Priestly pumped his fist in the air.

"We haven't seen her in weeks. She put up a sign saying 'closed for the apocalypse' and stopped coming in."

The fist came back down. Priestly gaped at the phone.

"How are you doing on getting home? We're really worried about you, Priestly. Even Tish."

"Not 'cause I like you or anything!" Tish called in the background.

"I'm in Hong Kong," Priestly said. "I managed to hop a boat. I'm going to see if I can make it to Japan. I may or may not have a friend there, depending on the dimensions."

Jen sighed. Talking about dimensions wasn't helping her thinking he'd had a psychotic break. "Maybe you should just try to get deported."

"Maybe you should try figuring out where my mom and dad, Mr. Julius, Camille, Trucker, and half the population of Santa Cruz went."

"I'm serious, Priestly."

"I'm running out of minutes."

"Well, call us back when you've figured out what you're doing next, okay?"

"I told you, I'm going to Japan."

"I don't know where that is. Priestly? Priestly, are you still there? Priestly?"

Priestly stopped banging his head on the wall. "Yeah, Jen. I'm still here. Even if no one else is."

[ooc: It's fun to be evil! Open for any pan-dimensional phone calls.]