Chapter 7:
-The Phone booth-
Michael fell asleep in the cold of the graveyard and woke up some when before noon but didn't know what to with the time and just how he looked like, he probably could go badly somewhere. He returned to the city and used the first phone cell that he foundHe picked out a number from the directory and dialed. Five times, he let it ring and he wanted to hang up, as sudden somebody answered... quite sleepy.
"Yes... who is there?"
"Michael."
"Michael? What do you want?"
"I hope I don't disturb you, Melissa. I only wanted to apologize, because of yesterday."
"You don't need to apologize, there is nothing to excuse."
"You're properly right."
"What"?
"Can I meet you...Central Park?"
"Yeah...did something happened or why this undercover fuss?"
"I must tell you something, I can't tell you at the phone."
"O.K., I'll come, however, it will last another while, causes I've got a day off today and woke up only few minutes ago."
"Take your time. Then see ya later."
"Yes." she had hung up.