It was a pretty decent day. There was nothing to do, Jonah was relaxing on his bed, paying nothing any mind.

Until he heard the phone ring. Which was odd, but it could be anybody. Jonah groaned as he slid out of his bed, and made his way downstairs. Upon entering he kitchen where the landline was on the wall, he picked up the phone.

Holding it to his ear and his mouth, he sighed. “Jonah.” He answered.

But there was silence for a few moments.

Until he heard his friend mention something about an intruder.

Jonah practically dropped the phone and bolted out to his car, immediately driving his way to the house his friend resided in, and made a bee line to the door. Picking up a spare key from who knows where and opening the door.

“{{user}}?!” Jonah called out, grabbing a bat from the entrance. His friend’s family was prepared for this kind of thing.

How come that so called “preparation” had a breach?