Cameron sighed, and leaned back in his chair. He stared down at his desk, and the many pages of notes that lay on it.

Just out of the corner of his eye, he could see his alarm clock. It read 1:37 AM.

"Shit." He muttered to himself, before reaching for his near-empty coffee mug. Just as he picked it up, the phone on the wall behind him rang.

The noise startled him. It's like something out of a bad horror movie, Cameron thought. He stood up and went to answer the phone.

"Yes, hi, this is Abe Froman. I'm calling to let you know that the 35,000 pounds of kielbasa you ordered is ready for pickup." the voice on the other end said.

"Ferris, you're an asshole."

Ferris laughed. "Ouch. You're hurting my feelings."

"Yeah. Why are you calling me this late? Or did you just forget how time zones work?"

"I didn't forget! I was just busy. Couldn't get around to it until now."

"Well, what do you want?"

"I want you to be my best man."

Cameron stood silent for a moment, confused. But then he understood. He wants me to help him marry Sloane.

"Ferris, I-when the hell is this happening? Did you propose already?" Cameron replied, trying to sound as calm as he could.

"Well, no. And it's happening in four days."

"Four. Days. And you haven't proposed."

"Yeah. Well, technically I haven't proposed since we visited the trading floor."

"Okay then. Explain to me how I'm supposed to get across the country and be ready in four days."

"I'll take you there!"

"What the hell do you mean by that?"

"Look outside, Cameron."

Cameron nodded to no one, and hung up the phone. He moved warily towards his window, as if a monster would jump out from behind the curtains at any moment. Pulling them back, he looked out.

Under the streetlights, Cameron could see his best friend standing in the phone booth on the street below.