3:11am

My cell phone lit up and the Ladies of the World ringtone began playing. It was 3:11am.

"Hello?"

"What are you doing?"

"Answering the phone?"

"I need you to come get me."

"Who are you?"

"Shannon.  I need you to come get me.  There are some guys here, and I'm..."

"Who are you trying to call?"

"Flemming."

"I'm not Flemming. I know one. That's an unusual name."

"Come get me."

"How will I know who you are?"

"Look, I'm near triple 8.  I'm going to be outside, so you'd better come get me."

"Ok, I'm on my way."

I put on my clothes and drove.

She wasn't there when I got there.

Or at least as far as I knew.  There were two girls inside the pizza place.  One of them could be her.


But... I didn't know Shannon.

I just knew someone needed a ride, and the fact that they had a wrong number, my number, didn't seem to matter.

Now it was 3:41am.