Shawn buttoned up his silvery blue shirt, staring at his cell phone as it sat on his dresser. He picked up a slip of paper that Jordan had given him the night before. It had taken most of the night for Shawn to work up the courage to call Elizabeth in the first place. He had been so nervous that he had left a very odd message on her answering machine. As he looked at the number now, he wondered if it would be even worth it to call again.

He felt like a fool as he picked up his cell phone. What would I even say to her?, he thought. He flipped it open and closed several times as he tried to figure out what he was going to do. When he flipped it open yet again, Shawn quickly dialed the number before he lost his nerve. As it rang, he felt his heart race and his breath quicken. The answering machine picked up again but before Shawn could hang up, someone picked up on the other end.

"Hello?"

"I, uh, I wanted to speak to Elizabeth Davenport please," Shawn replied. He swallowed as much of his nervousness as he could.

"No," the woman snapped in response. "I know who you are and I'm not going to let you brainwash her into ..."

"Who is it, Gracie?" a voice called from in the background.

Shawn knew it was Elizabeth immediately. He listened as the two women argued. The phone was dropped as the argument became more heated. Shawn heard the soft thud as it hit the floor. He could make out most of what was being said and he felt uncomfortable listening in like he was. Shawn prepared to hang up, not wanting to hear anymore of what they were saying.

"Hello?" The word came out breathlessly.

"Um, hello."

A door slammed somewhere in the background and was followed by a sigh from the person on the phone with him. "I'm sorry about that," the woman said, sounding genuinely apologetic. "It's just that my friend is kind of protective of me when it comes to 4400 stuff. She's not a big fan of your friend, Jordan Collier. Now she's worried that you're going to take me away."

Shawn knew where Elizabeth was coming from. He also knew that if Elizabeth moved to the Center, she'd never see her old friends again. It just seemed to work out that way but most seemed all right with the arrangement, Shawn included. "I just wanted to talk," he finally replied. "No strings attached."

"There are always strings attached."

Shawn smiled at that. "We could really use your help with the cause, spreading the word about the 4400 Center. I just want to talk to you about taking a tour of the facilities some time. Whatever you decide after that would be up to you."

Elizabeth lightly laughed. "So talk to me then. Tell me why I should take this tour. Tell me what I'm missing out on over here."

"I'd, uh, I'd rather do this face to face," Shawn replied, still smiling. Any lingering nervousness was gone now.

"Over coffee then," she suggested.

"Coffee it is."

"So. Where and when can I look forward to finally meeting you?"

"There's a little coffee shop a few blocks from your apartment," said Shawn. "Maybe we can meet there in about an hour?"

"An hour, huh?" She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. "All right but you still haven't given me the most important bit of information yet."

"What's that?"

"What's your name?"

Shawn softly laughed. In all his nervousness, he had forgotten that little detail. "My name? My name is Shawn Farrell."

"I'll see you in an hour then, Shawn Farrell."

When he hung up the phone, Shawn was grinning from ear to ear. He slipped his cell phone into his pants pocket and picked up one of the pictures he had taped to the mirror. He was finally going to see Elizabeth in person. He was going to get her to join them at the 4400 Center. He could feel it already.