Avis dug a cheap, pre-paid phone out of her jeans and dialed the number of her only contact in Sacramento. Though maybe calling it a 'contact' was a bit premature. She didn't even know the name of the person the number belonged too. A thread of nervousness creeping through her, she dug a box of flavored toothpicks out of her other pocket, stuck a pick between her teeth and then hit 'send'. She lightly chewed on the birchwood while the phone rang.