You would ring the doorbell to the house in front of you, waiting as the cold breeze flowed through your hair. You would hear the door knob unlocking as a man in his 20's would appear in front of you.

"Hey, there.. uh.. I'm Mike. We talked over the phone but I don't think I ever introduced myself. Abby is in her room drawing, so.. If you need me, call me, okay?.. Uh.. what's your name again?"