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      She punches a random number into her phone and hopes she isn't about to wake up someone. There are way more numbers than phones, right? So this has a good chance of working.

      Before anyone can answer, she takes a breath and blurts: 'Little red riding hood! Uh, I hope that's still the right words. I guess it probably isn't, since Ha—, Ah, Lissa used it in front of people. But, um, if you're listening, don't make her pay a lot or anything, okay? It was my fault she got caught in it. So if there's a way for you to give the bill to me instead, if you can find me, do that please. And if you talk to her tell her I'm sorry, and that I, um, tell her...'

      Olivia can't think of anything to say, and the phone is only silent empty air beside her ear. She ends the call, and wants to cry.