The phone rings as you pace feverishly in anticipation. She has to pick up. She has to be there. The two of you are pretty close friends, and even though you don’t talk as much anymore, you’re sure she’d come rescue you… if for no reason other than her wanting you for herself.
The phone rings again as you begin to wonder if you might be jumping out of the frying pan and in to the fire. You’re the only guy to ever escape Lindsey’s body, and she’s never made a secret about the fact that she plans to fix that some day. If she comes to rescue you, you’re definitely not home free… but it’s better than being stuck here with Jackie. Even if Lindsey decides to try to devour you, it’s better than your fate would be here.
The phone rings again as you begin to panic. You check behind you to make sure that Jackie hasn’t caught on to you yet.
The phone rings one final time.
“Howdy, you’ve reached Lindsey.” Her high-pitched voice says in a heavy southern accent.
“Shit.” You curse.
“I can’t answer my phone right now but if you leave a message…”
You continue to curse as you start to sneak further away from the restaurant, thinking that your only chance is to make a run for it. You decide to leave a message on the off chance that she comes to the phone.
“Lindsey!” you practically yell into the phone, clearly beginning to panic, “It’s Troy and I just really need to talk to you if you’re there. Call me back the second that you get this…” you say, trying to remain calm.