The recruits must have dissipated overnight, lacking the necessary sustenance.
Yet, Gray, the clingy little creature, remained ever-present.
Checking his phone, Timothy was immediately overwhelmed by a flood of unread messages.
Most were from group chats he had joined for entertainment and the occasional argument.
Now, seeing them all at once, a strange sense of regret settled over him.
With swift efficiency, he archived the unnecessary chats and organized his inbox.
That's when he noticed a message from Ralph.
A single phone number.
His heart nearly stopped.
He recognized it instantly.
For a brief moment, he sat in disbelief.
He remembered everything, the conversation, how he had initiated it.
But he never thought he'd actually go through with it.
It had been a spur-of-the-moment decision.
The number belonged to his sister.
A pretty poor way to get a girl's number, but… a win was a win.
Without hesitation, he sent a message.
"Hey, it's Timothy."
