Clara sat in a pre-furnished basement rental unit and spent the better part of seven minutes composing a message. The room was silent but for the mashing of stubborn buttons to type the message:
hi cousin! i just moved here and, our family being big and all, we haven't met. seeing as i intend to stay a while, when would be best to meet?
Clara hit send. She then sat the open flip phone on her coffee table and stared at the beaten chunk of faded purple plastic's darkening screen. Her boredom was an itch she couldn't scratch in this anonymous room, but the memory of her sire's cautious voice rang in her head with one of his many lessons. Remain unacknowledged at your own peril, childe.