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"My number is 646-***-****. I don't have my phone on me so call the number until it reaches voicemail, then when I get home I'll save it."

Nate immediately took out his phone and did so, leaving a small message to be sure that his call registered in the machine. Well, if she's giving me her phone number, I guess that there's no room for speculation, he thought, pocketing his cellular once more. She's an ally.

"Oh, you said you lived in the suburbs? I've never been to that kind of area, my parents always preferred cities so suburbs seemed kind of out there for them. I always thought of farms, crops, cows, and corn."

"No, that would be a rural area," Nate cut in, responding to the statement for Venus. "A suburb is a collection of houses with small yards. They're not as packed as cities, but no suburb I've ever seen has cows! I used to live in the suburbs of Washington, but that was before..." Nate trailed off, horrible memories resurfacing from the dark recesses of his mind. Flames all around, smoke-saturated air... "Never mind, it doesn't matter. Hey Venus, how about your phone number?"

Soon after he finished talking, Nate felt a familiar sensation running down his spine. He had felt the feeling before, but had not experienced it in a long time. It felt as if there was some sort of evil... something nearby, just waiting to strike. A Noise user, he thought, glancing around, yet seeing nothing. He must be in the Sound Realm.

"Hey guys, wanna listen to some music?" he spoke up, hoping the others would catch his drift.