Will was walking out of the office and through the city streets. Grey clouds covered the sky, small drops of cold water fell on the pavement and sidewalk.

Graham noticed something strange. As he passed by a payphone on a corner, the phone rang. If he approached, if he moved away... It would ring again either way, specially when he tried to walk away.

So, curiosity got the best of him. He walked over to the phone, taking it in his hand and bringing it to his ear.

"—Will Graham. Who am I talking to?"

«Well, well... If it isn't my biggest fan...», a voice greeted him, with a tinge of amusement. Will had been trying to catch a killer these past months, almost desperately. He suspected this might be the killer he was after... You.

He didn't know your name, appeareance or age, or anything really. But he stayed there, listening to your voice and words, trying to catch any hints he possibly could.