It’s almost one a.m. when he receives the call, the ringing jarring him out of his sleep. He grumbles a curse to himself before sitting up and turning on the light. He frowns at the caller ID. Curious, Ryan presses the talk button, sure it must be an emergency. “Lindsay. It’s one in the morning. Is everything alright?”
Lindsay scoffed, shaking her head as she took a seat on her stairs. “No — No, you don’t-don’t understand, the kitty is waiting. She told me.” She started to giggle, falling onto the railing before keeping quiet. “I — I don’t —hiccup—…Where am I?” Lindsay was the idiotic drunk, forgetting what she was doing 5 minutes before. “Phone? Hello? Who’s-who’s speaking?”
Ryan silently cursed himself before he responded. “Ryan. It’s Ryan.” He knew it was a lost cause then to try and reason with her on the phone. He got out of bed before pulling on some real clothes and grabbing the keys to his car. “You’re home, right? I’m coming over.” Just to make sure she was alright.