Room 232, Saturday Evening

Tony was packing for the trip, which mostly involved digging his summer stuff out of the back of the closet. He was pretty far into the closet (heh) when his phone rang. He stumbled out in and grabbed his phone in time to see who the caller was, but it went to voicemail before he could answer it.

Lee calling. Huh.

He waited a minute, and when he didn't get any message alerts, he called his voicemail. No new messages.

Probably dialed my number by accident. Tony stuffed his phone in his pocket and returned to his closet.


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