I groan when my phone rings for the third time in row. It’s been nonstop. I glance down at my phone to see the caller is unknown just like the last two times.

I groan as I accept the call, determined to end this nonsense.

“What?” I ask loudly, anger clear in my voice. “Stop calling me or I swear-“

“Austin?” a quiet, fragile voice on the other end of the phone asks quietly, interupting my sentence. “Austin. Please tell me it’s you.”

My heart beats faster as the voice I’m here registered in my body and my mind. It’s impossible. Someone’s messing with me.

“Is this some kind of sick joke?” I ask. “What kind of person-“

Im interupted once again. “Austin!” My name cones out of her mouth louder this time, more confidently. “Shut up, and listen to me. I don’t have much time.”

“Sarah?” I’m finally able to get out. “It’s actually you. Isn’t it?”

“Of course it’s me.” The angelic voice of my dead girlfriend is the only thing I can think about. My brain doesn’t think about how little sense this makes.

“Sarah,” I say again. “What? How?”

“I’m alive, Austin,” she tells me firmly. “I’ve been kidnapped. I have no idea where I am, but this is his phone. He left it when he went to get pizza.”

“I don’t understand,” I respond slowly. “Who’s he?”

“That’s what I need you to help me figure out,” she says, whispering again. “Help me figure out who’s house I’m in and where it is. Help me get back to you please.” I can hear a slight shake in her voice, and a tears rolls down my cheek.

Sarah’s alive.

I say without a second of hesitation, “Tell me what to do, love.”