Communications Log

Hoshi had been frantically trying to get in touch with Hurley since last night to no avail. There was no response to her emails and her phone calls were not going through. Her last hope was Portalocity, but she'd lost track of how long she'd been arguing with their customer service.

"Are you sure? There has to be a portal going somewhere close to my destination? Can you check again? It's Santa Monica, California, 2002. I have no trouble making multiple connections if there's nothing direct..."

But her begging, pleading and crying got her nowhere with the Portalocity representative. She finally hung up the phone and stared off into space, not sure of her next move. Porthos had been able to tell she was upset. The beagle jumped up on the bed and rested his head on her knee, giving her a sad-eyed look. Four-Dee, the mouse droid Hurley had given her when he couldn't take it with him, was softly beeping from somewhere under the nightstand.

[Door closed. Post is open but beware, she's in a really bad mood.]