Haven, Maine, Sunday Fandom time

Duke woke to the ringing of a phone. He'd gone to sleep snuggled up all cozy between his two favorite people, and he was reluctant to wake, but it was loud and very insistent. So he grabbed for it without opening his eyes, and after a fair amount of fumbling, managed to answer it and bring it to his ear.

"Yeah?"

"Duke, hey. Did I wake you?"

"Nah," Duke answered automatically. The voice was familiar, but it took his sleep muddled bran a bit to recognize it. ". . . Audrey?"

"Yeah. Sorry to do this, I know you probably had a late night, but um. I was hoping you could come change my locks?"

Duke wasn't really listening. He was sitting up sharply in bed. His much smaller than normal bed, in his much smaller than normal cabin. On a much smaller than normal ship because this was not the Cape Rouge, where he'd fallen asleep, but the Sanguine Moon, which should have been docked in Haven.

And he was alone.

( The multiverse just loooooves to fuck with Duke )

[NFB, NFI, OOC fine, etc. TIME FOR MORE CANON. Post adapted from Haven episode 3x02, "Stay"]