The following day, after a wild night, John was awakened from his sleep by the ringing of his phone.
Groggily, he picked it up and found an unfamiliar number displayed.
However, he'd seen this number the night before — the very number that had sent him a message.
Upon answering, the calm voice of Shadowswift echoed, "I apologize for disturbing you, Mr. John. It's Shadowswift. We met last night at the opera…"
Instantly alert, John sat up, the vestiges of sleep entirely banished from his face. "I know. I saw you there last night."
Shadowswift responded with a soft chuckle, "Might you have some time this morning, Mr. John? I'd like to meet. There are matters best discussed face-to-face."
Glancing at Amelia, who was still deep in slumber, resembling a peaceful baby, John replied with a light smile, "Of course…"
Having settled on a meeting spot, he hung up the phone.
Just then, Amelia began to stir.
