Instant Messenger (Fri, 18.30):
RL: No news yet? I'm thinking of logging off now.
God damn, not a thing. I'm checking my phone like every 5mins. I guess we would have heard if anything terrible happened. She could just text me though, let me know she's ok?
RL: I heard there's still a lot of activity out there. She's probably tied up.
Great.
RL: Not literally! Come for a beer, take your mind off it.
Actually, I will. I can't focus here and i'm boring myself.
RL: Way to sell yourself as my drinking buddy, Holly.
Shut yer face. Meet me out back in 20.
Phone Call (Fri, 23.38)
You were supposed to text me to say you got in?
RL: You didn't get my text message?
You sent one?
RL: Yeah, Holly, as soon as I got in. You have signal?
Yeah but my phone wouldn't call out for some reason, had to use my landline. Ohhh..
RL: Holly, I don't think your phone is working.
Shit.
RL: Turn it off and on. I'm fine, go! Let me know if you hear anything.
OK, i'm sorry, bye.
iMessage (Fri, 23.43):
G: Hey, just to let you know i'm ok. In case you heard anything.
G: Still ok, but could you come by on your way home? I'm at the hospital.
G: Please don't weird out on me. My brother was there earlier, I just felt awkward.
G: OK, do you hate me right now? I don't understand why you've switched your phone off.
G: I'm guessing it's too late now. I might switch my phone off because i'm driving myself crazy checking it all the time. Sam has been shot, I know i'm selfish thinking of myself but I feel like I need you. Can you please call me in the morning.
Gail phone being a shit! on my way now
G: It's not too late?
It's never too late.