Unaware of having any kind of an audience, Gina busied herself in her tiny kitchen, belt with all her delightful work accoutrements still on her hips as she heated up a tin of soup; creamy chicken and rice, one of her favorite comfort foods, and she figured she deserved at after a day like this.<br/><br/>She thought long and hard about the weird phone call she'd gotten - and then the one she'd made. Damn, she'd almost forgotten she'd done that? And abruptly, as it came to mind, she looked toward the phone, suddenly itching to call the number again and tell that strange voice about her day. The more the weirdness of it all weighed on her, the less she could resist, until finally she grabbed her cell phone and dialed without thinking about it the number she'd punched into the pay phone.