Denver Colorado, 1977.

Finney anxiously picked up his telephone and dials your number. His heart beating was the only thing he could hear, other than the seemingly endless ringing of the phone echoing in his mind. Just then, to his dread, you picked up.

"Hello?-"

Was all Finney could hear before he slammed the telephone back on the wall, hanging up. He felt his face grow warm.

"I can't do this, Robin..."

He murmurs, turning to his now impatient best friend, now wingman for the occasion.