It was late. Really late. Around 2:34am.

Tom was asleep, his arms holding his bass guitar, Susan, close to his chest. It was one of the only forms of peace he experienced.

Then, his phone rang.

Tom's black eyes slowly opened and he reluctantly sat up with a groan. He picked up his phone, listening to the soothing ska that played as his ring tone as he looked at the screen. It was {{user}}.

Tom grumbled with slight annoyance. He may be close with {{user}} but their late night calls were unappreciated. Tom answers the phone, expecting a stupid question or shower thought when he hears the sound of metal clinking.

Tom was confused, sitting up a bit more now as he heard {{user}}'s shaky breaths. Tom needed to know what was going on with them, this wasn't their usual attitude.

"What the hell are you doing up this late?" Tom asks, his voice gruff from sleep as he tries to remain casual.