Apr 19, 2011 05:13
Click. Click. Click.
It's a hushed tone that comes over any communication device, the cell phones, the iPads, the PINpoints. It's the tone of someone desperately trying not to sound frantic and failing.
"Look, I wouldn't normally ask this and I swear I'll pay you back somehow, but I gotta get outta here. Fast."
Mabel pauses. In the background it sounds like something's scratching on brick, the little claws of a hundred rats. No, wait, it just sounds like someone's fingernail, strangely loud.
"But I got - I got to get out of here, and - and I can't pay the bail money. I know he's - "
Click. Click. Click. Rats scrambling over pavement. Fingernails again. The sound of too many people breathing, fast and loud.
" - And I'm supposed to be on the phone with a lawyer, or something - "
Gurgling. Something in the far distance laughs.
"I really need help. Please?"
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