Red paints the very interior of a telephone booth when Jouno leans against the glass walls for support. His breath is ragged and he’s clutching at his shirt where his heart lies. Jouno rummages through his pockets for a few coins and slips it in a small coin slot. Grasping at the phone before dialing a familiar set of numbers. Once the phone rings and he hears that voice, he speaks. “Leave the hunting dogs.” A final warning to one he wished to save as he falls unconscious.