[Toki]

Matt blinked, staring down at him with her eyebrows raised.
"O... kay..." Of course she didn't believe a single shred of that bullshit, but she sure gave him props for creativity.
"Well, for one, it's 2013. And you're in the woods out behind my house which is on the outskirts of Tarpon Springs and--this isn't ringing any bells, is it? Doesn't look like it." Her expression went deadpan. "If you can somehow prove to me that you're not a rapist murderer criminal, I suppose I can let you come use my phone. You know what? On second thought, you can't prove that. My housemate's getting home soon so I'll take my chances. Come on, let's see if we can get you talkin' sense." She held out a hand for him, helped him up, and started walking back to her house.

Matt pulled open the sliding glass door again to the smell of a fresh pot of coffee.
"Looks like we're too late," she uttered, "he's already home." She took the phone off the hook and handed it to him.
"If you have to call long distance, try to keep it short; our phone company's a bunch of assholes."