She was holding the phone and answering, with her lips curled up under his palm as she made eye contact with her phone after the other woman had asked if she needed a lift to go to her room. I didn't need a lift, I don't care, he said. I just wanted to be safe, to be out and about and give myself time to be together. She took the phone from her pocket. You know what I'm gonna call you when I leave, I asked. Thank you for trusting me with that, he replied. It's your call if you have to and you're free to do it. She was in tears. I just think I am crazy. She didn't say anything, even though I was certain of it. So I dialed the number to 911. Two minutes later, the dispatcher came calling. I tried a bit to tell him he was crazy.