Rachel was somewhere in Chinatown, half lost and half exploring, when she heard her phone ring. It was a ring that was slightly familiar, but also a little new. She Looked into her pockets and pulled out her old phone. Small, barley any features, a dark blue color. Why had she kept it? In the hopes that someone from her old life would call and say "I want to meet you again"? Maybe so that she could always be reached. She picked it up and put the phone to her ear.
"Who is this, why do I know you, and do I have to kill you?"
"Who is this, why do I know you, and do I have to kill you?"