Still no signal, still alone. Maybe it was that she was hemmed in by tall brick buildings on both sides of the dim alley. Fiona held her phone higher then swore at herself for being stupid. Desperation makes everyone stupid, she thought, but sometimes it seems to work. Her flat sneakers slapped the damp brick pavement as she tried to find her way out of this warren. Fiona felt it was getting difficult to breathe, and she recognized the dull ache in her head as stress. Breathe, stupid. Don't worry yet.
She pulled her backpack onto both shoulders but kept her phone in her hand. At the end of every intersection, she redialed John's number, but got nowhere. One alley opened onto another, some brighter, some darker. Some empty, some not.
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