"Michael," she says. She sounds surprised and pleased, though who else would be calling her? Sleepy, it takes her a long time to put the words he's said in the right order and consider their meaning. When she does, she doesn't entirely understand. Phone booth. Somewhere to go.
Lee rubs her face with the butt of her palm. She can't see the window from here, but it was dark in her room, it must be late, though she's not sure if that means six in the evening or three in the morning. "Where are you?"