[Not entirely intentional broadcasts...]

[professorwolf]

[While important things might be being discussed elsewhere on the telepathic network, there's one voice that seems more focused on one particular person. However, that one particular person isn't receiving... so it's going broad and wide, dropping in on various brains, more on accident than anything else.]

Nick!

Nick, where are you?

Nick, come out, answer me.

I can't find your scent, Nick.

Please just answer me, I can find you, I'm sure of it.

Nick?

[One Randolph Lyall is looking for somebody, and he is looking really hard. Sorry, everybody whose minds he just unintentionally-slash-intentionally projected into, friends and strangers and brand new people.... Usually he has better control than this, keeping his thoughts to himself or to whomever he's directly aiming them at, but he's getting increasingly panicked, and a wider mental net simply must be thrown.]

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[leftbehindagain]

I don't know, Lyall-sensei. You'd have to ask someone who's been doing this longer.

But I hope he didn't get left behind.

[professorwolf]

[Even with the dampening of the telepathic network, Lyall gets the emphasis there, and he's silent for a moment. Finally, he answers,]

I hope not, too. For now, I'll just keep looking.

[And at least he doesn't pester the boy with more questions he can't answer? He's usually the one trying to help out the younger set, instead of seeking help with them, but usually he's not missing someone he's been considering his other half for a long time.]