"You're crazy, Van Damme! That's never gonna work!" Martin yelled at the television set.
"Look at that, Eddie! Jean-Claude Van Damme is going to try to jump from one building to another and-WHOA! He actually did it! Can you believe it?"
Eddie barked enthusiastically in response.
"Let's see what he does next! I hope he-."
The phone rang, interrupting his thoughts and he pointed the remote to the television to mute the sound.
Annoyed, he reached over and picked up the receiver on the second ring.
"Hello?"
"Mr. Crane? It's Daphne."
"Daphne, what are you calling here for? I thought you were-."
"W-well, I couldn't find Dr. Crane's favorite brand of cereal. I've been to three stores already and-."
"Aw, geez, not this again! Look, don't even try askin' me what kind he likes. I can't understand why he can't just eat Frosted Flakes like a normal-."
"Mr. Crane?"
"What?"
"The reason I've called is to tell you that... well... When I couldn't find the cereal at a store nearby, I decided to try somewhere else."
"All right. I'll tell Fras that you'll be home in a few minutes. Goodbye, Daphne."
"Wait!" She said, seconds before he attempted to hang up the phone.
"What is it?"
"W-well... I-I can't come home now. I-I mean it's so late and-."
Martin sighed. Daphne pretended like she was street smart but he knew better. Women were only so strong; especially when they were by themselves. Hester had proved that long ago.
"All right, look. If you're afraid to walk home by yourself in the dark, Eddie and I will come and get you. Where are you? The Queen Anne Market?"
"A-actually I'm not anywhere near Seattle. In fact, I'm quite far from it." Daphne replied.
"What are you talking about? Where in the hell are you?"
There was a pause before she answered.
"I-I'm in Portland."