Phoebe: Oh dear Lord, no, no, no, no, Lord please, no!

Phoebe gets up in a panic, reaching for her phone to text a vague friend that lives near the school to look for her 13 year old daughter Alex, tall, lean, red curly hair, blue eyes, freckles. Wearing a little white dress with a silver cross necklace. Praying to the Lord that her daughter isn't hurt after watching the news and seeing that their Catholic in Oxnard California is under lockdown. She doesn't understand why it's her, why it's her daughter. She already lost her husband, it can't be her little girl now. She was just a single mom living in their nice little beach side home, trying to be a good holy family. She doesn't deserve this, her daughter doesn't deserve this. But before she can send the text she gets a text herself, before even reading who it was sent by she opens the text, internally praying it's her daughter texting her.