[center][b]William "Billy" Kaplan
Wiccan
That Lady Beyond the Windowsill[/b][/center]

What was going on?

Billy could only blink as he turned toward the window, all the commotion still raging behind him. He could barely catch Jubilee's fragmented words, already going at a pace Billy couldn't quite follow. How'd she even get his number? At the moment, everything seemed to be beyond him and he was either frantically lost in everything or in his own little bubble observing. There was a low chance he was the latter. But, even coming to terms with the panic surrounding him didn't quite help Billy grasp the situation. Nonetheless, he gave Jubilee a frown from where he could see her, a somewhat tiny pillar in front of a large crowd. She was currently the only with a phone to her ears and not stretched out in front to take pictures, so it wasn't [i]that[/i] difficult to spot her. It did take some time, time he spent simply breathing into the phone.

"Sorry," he breathed, using the end of his palm to rub his eye, "I didn't catch anything from that that I could make into coherent sentences, other than the name. Could you possibly repeat that?"

Pausing for a moment, he glanced back at Roy when things begin to die down a tad. "Could you tell me how you got my phone number again?" he inquired, suddenly arching a brow and frowning. Whoever this lady was, she seemed quite eccentric and more like a teenager than any of the people currently talking behind him—Roy had surprisingly toned down a tad and looked more like a distraught puppy than anything else. But, Billy shook his head and pressed himself against the windowsill as his eyes searched once again for Jubilee.