Michael has been waiting a long time, staring absently at the numbers on the phone. When he hears rustling and then Lee's fuzzy voice, he has to remind himself it's real. Just at the first sound of her, something in his chest starts to twitch. He's not sure what it means. Everything feels strange.
“Lee,” he says, tone hesitant, like this might be a mistake, or a hallucination. He swallows something down in his throat. “I walked to this phone booth. I don't. I don't have anywhere to go.”
His mouth is hard to move, clumsy from the cold. Out of the wind, he begins to shiver slightly.