Freya Sinclair came out of her room in her little apartment in the small town she was camping in for a week, before she moved to the next town.
There was barely any signal around, and she needed to make a call.
When she went round the apartment and still could barely get a signal strong enough to make a call, she walked out of the house.
The night breeze blew her hair into her face, and she swiftly slid it away.
It attacked her nightdress next, causing her to float inside.
She hissed, as she brought the screen to her face. "Come on please. Just one signal," she pleaded desperately.
Her grandfather's birthday was coming up in the next three weeks, and she needed to hear from her cousin Riley what the preparation for it was going to be.
Freya still didn't find any signal, and so she decided to move towards her car.
She was already a few paces close to it when her gaze caught a shadow sitting on the boot.
"Hello?" She called out.
