Tim sighed in shame. "I'm truly sorry about what happened last night Ashton..."

Ashton looked at Tim, who had his head down. "No, Tim, it's alright. I understand. It's just three more days, tonight, tomorrow, and Sunday. We can get through this."

Before Tim could respond, the phone began to ring.

"{[*Screech* Ris,] ti si elbatenmal taht ssam larutlucirga tnempoleved si [*Screech* ton] dedeeps yb relluf esu fo ruoy suolevram smsinahcem. Dluow ti ton eb ylisae elbissop ot yolpme emos fo meht ni kciuq yrotarobal stnemirepxe ot etacidni eht ecneulfni fo suoirav sepyt fo srezilitref no tnalp htworg?}"

"{Uoy era thgir. Sseltnuoc sesu [*Screech* fo Esob stnemurtsni] lliw eb edam yb eurtuf reneg- [*Screech* snoita. Eht tsitneics] modles swonk suoenaropmetnoc [*Screech* drawer; ti si hguone ot ssessop] eht yoj fo evitaerc [*Screech* ecivres.]}"

The message ended and both boys were wide-eyed, jaw dropped to the floor in fear.

"W-what was t-that?!" Ashton yelled.

Tim didn't respond because he was too scared to talk.