His ghost haunting him

"Why isn't she answering?" Vincent's steps toward Serenity Hotel's entrance slowed down. He gazed down at his phone, dialing Fil's number one more time. The call went to voice mail after several rings.

"I'm here now. Where are you? Tell me your ETA."

Vincent stopped in front of the entrance, sending the voice mail, hoping she would reply soon. Knowing Fil, she would reach out to him as soon as possible. 

"What's wrong with her?" he muttered to himself, frowning. "She should be off work now."

His frown deepened, not liking how Fil replied to his messages a little later. She wouldn't even pick up her phone as quickly as she used to. 

"Is she really busy?" he wondered, resuming his tracks. "She's probably driving."