I didn't think about it. [Saxsice repeats it with a huff of sound that...might be a laugh? It's more like a sigh, though, and she sits down on the bench, starting to squeeze water out of her hair.

The question gets a moment of silence and an arched eyebrow.] He was when I left. I don't know about now, cause I'm here and not there. [And therein lies the main issue, you see. Saxsice keeps squeezing out water, eyes fixed ahead of her, talking mostly to herself.] He's a smart kid, he probably called my friends first when I didn't come home. Then the cops. Then my mother, probably.

So right about now, no, he's probably not all right.