<strong>Sun-hwa:</strong><br/><br/>The phone rang and rang, before finally giving a quiet 'beep.' It quickly followed that up with a man's voice saying "Harvey. Kettridge," and then a robot saying "Is not available. To leave a message, wait for the tone."<br/><br/>When Sun-hwa had hung up her phone, she had a reply from Alice. {"Thank you ILOVEYOUYOU'RETHEBEST"}<br/><br/>Kettridge's address put him someplace over in South Harbor, or maybe Ocean View. As she waited for the bus, which should be around shortly, a few people came and went from the complex.<br/><br/>After about 10 minutes, the bus came back by in the other direction. It took a couple of transfers, and she had to walk a few blocks, but she reached Kettridge's home within a fairly reasonable span of time.<br/><br/>Kettridge's place was in a quiet neighborhood, and was even located down a cul-de-sac. The houses all had garages, and tall fences and shrubs blocked every backyard in from the streets. A couple of the houses had lights on inside, and the porch lights were on, but the street lamp nearest Kettridge's home was out. A car sat in the driveway in front of the garage, and a pair of newspapers sat on the porch. The front door was locked, but the gate running alongside the driveway hung open just the tiniest bit. Without setting foot in the backyard, she could<em>just</em>make out the back door. It was also open, although like the gate it was barely open.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Tyson:</strong><br/><br/>Whatever was inside the box slid around just a little when Tyson shook it, but nothing vibrated.<br/><br/>"Hey, I'm not a cameraman, I've got drinks to serve," Lindsay protested when he handed the DJ's phone off to her. The empty bar and cups full of soda put the lie to that complaint though, and she took the phone from him anyway, checking the screen to see if the settings would be okay. She absentmindedly passed off a semi-sharp knife to him to open the box.<br/><br/>Inside the box was another box. This one was made of a cheap wood, with an equally cheap hinge running along the back, so that the top could be flipped up to open it. It looked like the only thing keeping the lid shut was the cardboard box it had been in, and gravity, since there was no latch. It filled the cardboard just about completely.<br/><br/>Back at the DJ's booth, the DJ gave Tyson a quick overview of the console, which didn't contain any surprises. Tyson had worked with this stuff before, and probably would have been able to figure it out faster if he'd just been left alone to glance over it.<br/><br/>His phone vibrated again, another message from Alyson. {"Desiree told you this? What did I tell you about her? Jesus, probably one of her rotating boyfriends hit her, and she got pissed at Jasper, decided to put this on him. Jasper is shit, but he ain't interested in any of the girls there, trust me."}<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the DJ wasn't giving him much to work with while they waited. "Man, I ain't stupid enough to talk crap about my boss, no matter where he is. Night's been weird, that's all I'm gonna say."