"Hello, Uncle, it's me, Thea Lynch."
When Uncle received Thea Lynch's call, he was still at the office.
"Thea." Uncle walked to a quiet spot and put the phone back to his ear, "I'm free tomorrow, want to grab a meal together?"
He's been swamped with work these past few days and is out of town, otherwise he would have visited Thea yesterday.
"Sure, I'm okay with that," Thea quickly replied, "Uncle, could you help me find out if flights are grounded at the airport now?"
"Why? What's going on over there?"
"The weather here isn't great, but Ian's flight was half an hour ago, and I'm not sure if he took off."
"You can't reach him?"
"Right, neither he nor his assistant are answering their phones, and I'm currently...," Thea glanced around, "I'm currently stuck as well."
"There's heavy hail here, I can't get there right now."
"Alright, alright, I'll go get in touch, just stay where you are, it's too dangerous to move."
