Lindsay was silent for a moment as he processed this information.

"...I wish you would have told me this sooner." he said.

"That you were even applying in the first place." he clarified.

"Just so I would have had time to get the proper paperwork done and such." he went on.

"But... even still, it's good to hear you will have an easier time supporting Blair and yourself now." he then said further, all the while finding this entire situation odd.

"I see." Lindsay responded.

'....something just isn't adding up...' he thought.

"Well, regardless, I wish you and Blair all the best." he told her.

"Will we be able to see Blair before you leave?" he asked.

"He and my son have gotten quite close."

"As soon as possible." Lindsay replied.

"By which I mean, any time is good." he told her.

"There's always someone home, so someone will be here to receive him." he went on.

"So, whenever you can fit it in your schedule." he continued.

"Or, we can arrange someone to pick Blair up." he then offered.

"Well, truth be told, due to our varying work schedules, there would be someone available to take him home at a more reasonable hour." Lindsay assured her in response.

"So tomorrow works for us." he told her.

"Feel free to drop him off whenever is convenient for you." he went on.

"As I said, someone is always awake and about around here." he chuckled.

"Of course." Lindsay replied.

With that, the ended their conversation, and he made his way down to the den of the manor.

He sat down in one of the couches, and sighed to himself.

"Hm." he mumbled.

"Something... something isn't adding up." he said to himself.

"Is she... hiding something from me?"

"....Blair?" Lindsay asked.

"No... no, he isn't." he said.

"Why?" he asked.

"Is something wrong?" he asked further.

'...of course something is, but let's not audibly jump to conclusions.' he thought to himself.

"Oh. I see." Lindsay replied.

"........" he was then silent for a moment.

'Something.... hm...' he thought further, before sighing.

"Well, all right." he said to her.

"Duly noted, I suppose." he went on.

"Do you want me to let you know if I hear anything or see Blair?" he asked her.

"Very well." Lindsay replied.

"Have a good day." he told her, before they ended their conversation and he hung up.

The next day, during evening dinner at the table, Lindsay, Casey, Sammy, and Evan were sitting at the table... and it was clear that Evan was still feeling down about Blair moving away.

He wasn't saying it, and it wasn't overly overt, but Lindsay and Casey could see it at least.

However, as they were all talking, Lindsay suddenly went silent, and his pupils shrank for a moment.

"...oh my God, he's been kidnapped." he suddenly said out of nowhere.

"...Blair." Lindsay said.

"....what?" Evan asked, suddenly at strict attention.

"I... in some of our sessions, Blair had told me that his relationship with his father had been... less than pleasant." Lindsay said.

"Yeah...." Evan responded. "He's mentioned that to myself, and Mom, I think." he told Lindsay. "Like, once or twice at most, but still." he said further.

"Well... it seems Blair's gone missing." Lindsay then told the group.

"And last night, while I was speaking with his mother on the phone, she told me that 'he's just spending some quality time with his father'..." he added, trailing off at the end.

Lindsay sighed.

"I have an idea." he said.

"Oh?" Evan asked, internally freaking out.

"Yep." Lindsay replied.

"Averie." he told them.

"She has access to the Unit." he reasoned, looking off towards where Casey went.