<b>Mary</b><br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff1493">Sister Ann ... </span>" she called into the phone as the line went bad "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff1493">Sister?</span>" it was no use, looking at the phone she noted nothing wrong and returned it to her ear "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff1493">Sis...</span>" but the voice that came back was certaintly not her friend's.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff1493"><i>Dammit</i></span>she thought, someone had hacked her phone - likely her kidnappers. Had that been it was she kidnapped and drugged only to save herself from a ... a handler? or whatever kidnappers called people that transported victims.<br/><br/>Now here was someone trying to direct her back by freaking her out - well she was not doing that at any rate "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff1493">no</span>" she stated, almost deciding to hang up but perhaps the longer she was on the line the easier her operator might be able to get a location on these people ... she hoped.<br/><br/>Putting her phone on mute so the other side could not hear her she breathed deeply to try and calm her nerves - questions of trust going through her mind. The core one being when the police would get here to help her.