text: You walk across the sidewalks and towards your apartment. You can feel the heat coming off all the cars that got to park closer to the building than you did because of that traffic. Most of the cars here are older cars, some with dents and cracked windows, just like yours. You'll earn enough one day to get a better car, you're sure of it, just not any time soon.
  
  You start up the stairs to your apartment. When you rented this place, the $200 discount for taking the fourth floor apartment seemed like a good idea. Of course, that was before you found out the apartment above you had kids, and you still had to walk up all these stairs because the elevator was at the other end of the building. Maybe you would win the lottery, then you could build your own house where you wanted it to be: and you weren't going to have any stairs in the entire house!
  
  You unlock your apartment and step inside. The air is pretty stale, since the management makes you pay if you leave the A/C on all day. You know without looking that the refrigerator has nothing but some old catchup. But hey, you did get paid today, so you're going to order some take-out! Just before you get to the phone to place an order, the phone starts ringing.
  > You answer the phone...
  You trudge over to the phone and pick it up. You say, "Road-kill grill: You kill 'em we grill 'em" (like you usually do). There is a moment of silence, then you hear a clearly computerized voice:
  
  "Now is the time. The location is 841 South Dergible Road. Do you copy?"
  
  You pause for a moment and wonder what this could be about. Finally you stutter, "I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong number."
  
  The computerize voice replies, "No. This is a direct line. The message is clear: now is the time. The location is 841 Dergible Road. Again, do you copy?"
  
  "I... I... I don't know what you're talking about."
  
  "Repeating for the final time: now is the time. The location is 841 Dergible Road. Out."
  
  The line immediately goes dead. You are standing in your living room, staring at a dead phone. You try to get the last number off the phone, but it doesn't show having received any call in the last two days. The address that was mentioned is only a few blocks from your apartment...