"Crap!" Bay exclaimed as she rushed to her art class. "I knew I shouldn't have stayed up till 12 last night, what the hell was I thinking," she thought. She pulled out her phone and kipped her eyes focused on the time. Her speed had just begun to rise, when she felt a hand on her arm. She was pulled aside, catching her phone just as it fell. She looked up and saw a man looking at her. "Careful love. You might brake you're nose," the man said. The man had curly hair and was wearing a long brown jacket with an even longer scarf, loosely wrapped around his neck. "Who wears a scarf in early September?" Bay thought.
"I'm sorry?" she said. "You almost hit it," the man said, pointing to a tall blue box that was standing next to them. Bay looked at it with shock. She had looked down the street before she checked her phone, this thing wasn't here a few minutes ago. "Oh, I'm sorry," said Bay. She looked at this man with curiosity. "Aren't you a little hot in that getup?" she asked him. "I've been through worse things than heat," the strange man said. She took note of his English accent. "Oh, are you the guest speaker, today? I go to the college here and my teacher said we were getting a guest speaker from London who fixes up old phone booths and uses them as art pieces. That's what this is right?" asked Bay.
"You're a smart girl, Bay Kennish." The man said, reading the name on her phone. Bay looked her name that she wrote on her iPhone, she had forgot she wrote it there. "But no, I'm not a guest speaker, I'm just here to deal with some pests." "Oh, well, good luck" said Bay. "Thank you, Bay," the man responded. "Well, I better be going. It was nice to meet you, Bay. My name is not important," he said as he stepped into the box. Bay stared at the phone booth for about a minute, before leaving with some hesitation.
After Bay turned away from the booth, she heard a loud roar from behind her. Before she could turn around, she caught sight of Tank. "Hey, come on, we're gonna be late," he urged her. She turned around and saw that the man and the blue box were gone. "Where'd he go?" Bay wondered aloud. "Who?" asked Tank. "There was this British guy here just here, like a second ago. He was wearing this long scarf and looked almost like Jeff Lynne but without a beard or sunglasses and he was standing next to this big phone booth." Tank looked at her like her hair was made of snakes. "Maybe you should go to the nurse," said Tank.
In another part of town, Daphne was having a pretty hectic day at the clinic. She was so busy, she felt like she was gonna explode when finally, she saw the time, her shift was finally over. She got into her car and rubbed her face, before she remembered she told Bay she would pick her up from school. She had stayed after hours to help out with decorating for a dance. As Bay entered Daphne's car, she dropped a large manila folder onto the seat. Daphne noticed a detailed sketch of what looked like a British phone booth.
"This is a good one," Daphne said, holding the drawing. "Thanks, I saw this guy outside my art class. He was wearing this long scarf and had an English accent. And he was standing next to one of those," signed Bay. Daphne could not talk as they drove, as she could not look to read Bay's signs. However, she thought about Bay's story. "Sounds like one of Renzo's friends," she thought. Then, all of the sudden, they noticed a shooting star. The star became brighter and brighter, when suddenly, it fell from the sky and crashed into a large cornfield, a mile away.