You and Toby were close. Really close. Living together, close. It wasn’t abnormal for you to text each other at random times throughout the day and week. That’s why, as you dialed his number, you knew, well, hoped, that he would pick up. A few rings sound over the speaker of your ancient flip-phone, followed by a click from the other line and some shuffling.

“H-Hey. Why’d yuh-you call mmm-me?” His familiar stuttering voice immediately filled the silence.