Patrick opened his eyes slowly. What was that sound? He automatically reached for his phone to check the time and saw that it was 3:20 am, realizing that his phone ringing woke him up. It was Cyd calling.
"Hello! Where are you? Can we talk, please?" He sounded dazed, but he did not care.
“Please go home, Patrick. Let’s just talk tomorrow.”
"No, I don't have much time. We need to talk now. Where are you? Are you at home because I'm outside your flat?"
"I know, but no, am not at home. And I don't think I can listen to you right now. Please, Patrick, let's just talk another time."
"Are you in the office? I'm sorry, Cyd, but you need to hear me out. I'm going back to Singapore in a few hours, so you need to hear me out now. Please."
Patrick, who has had nothing to eat since breakfast the day before, suddenly felt exhausted, hungry, and frustrated and began sobbing on the phone.
“I’ll come to you, wherever you are. Just tell me where to go.”