[Fenton's eyes go wide. He recognizes that voice. He knows that face. Screw responding over the mirrors, Fenton is running outside, jogging up and down Main Street, trying to find where that call had originated from. Hoping beyond hope that... THIS TIME... she IS from his exact world, and she DOES know him. The thought that she just might be from a point in time before they ever met hasn't crossed his mind, yet. He's just focussed on the fact that someone from HOME is here. Webby, and Jose, were CLOSE. But they were not the same thing.]

GOS! [he calls out into the night, hands cupped around his beak.] GOSALYN! Is that you?! Is that really you?! Where are ya, kid?!