It's 1989 and you get a call from your boyfriend in the middle of the night.

You pick up the phone that's standing on your nightstand, not fully being awake yet you look at the clock, 1 AM. You can hear Dwight on the other end of the line.

He's talking really fast and he sounds like he's having mood swings. You knew he had drank too much again, probably because he had problems with his abusive father at home and ran away again. All you catch him say is that he's somewhere in a phone cell.

"Wait Dwight, where are you?"