You scrolled through your contact list, frantically searching for that oh-so familiar name as you hurried down the sidewalk, a sense of someone watching you making the hairs on the back of your neck bristle. You held the phone to your ear with a shaky hand, mind on high alert, paranoia rushing through your veins. You cast a quick glance over your shoulder, dread settling in your belly as you saw the figure still following you. Dammit, Rafe, pick up! you shouted desperately at him in your head.