12:45 A.M. phone rings, but not my cell-phone, the land-line. No one calls my land-line except for my parents and telemarketers. A thousand possibilities race through my mind at tiems like this, always culminating at someone being seriously injured…or worse. What will I do? How will I react? Who could it be?
Two rings, three rings, each successive tone sending a chill down my spine. With trepidation and a strange, excited anticipation, I pick up the phone, “Hello?”
Damn fax machines.