Fortunately, nothing else troubled him on the way home, if a bunch of mortal punks could even be called "trouble."<br/><br/>There was a message on his answering machine.  "Hi...um, is this Dave's phone?  This is Dana.  We...kinda met the other day?"  She sounded eager, and more than a little flustered.  "If you wanted to, like, get together sometime, give me a call, okay?"  Fortunately, Dana hadn't been too nervous to give her number more or less clearly.