[ There's another long silence, though slightly shorter than the last, as he manages to croak out a vague hope. He feels the lump in his throat form already, his voice a little hoarse when he does speak up. ]

What if— ...W-What if he's been kidnapped again? That's a possibility. I-I mean— When he got kidnapped last time, was his door still lit? Maybe he's just—

[ ...just what, he doesn't know. Is he hoping for a repeat of October? He knows exactly what Luisa's saying, and he doesn't want to believe it. It's a horrible hope, because if that's the case, then something akin to the most terrifying experience of Alberto's life is best case scenario. But it's a better option than Bruno being gone, if only for Alberto's own selfish reasons as a knee-jerk reaction. But he knows immediately, knew before he even made this call, deep down, that Bruno's gone. This question is just a final grasp at the final straw, even if it'll break him; it'd still break him less than the actual reality here. ]