Cordy

The minute Fred's phone beeped that familar voicemail sound, she listened to the message, not really wondering why she hadn't gotten the call in the first place. Her signal wasn't the friendliest at times. And the minute Fred got Kara's message, she was grabbing her keys, her coat, and dialing on her phone in one jumbled, but focused motion.

Dialing Kara's number...

She hoped she picked up.

She willed Cordy to be ok.