"'Baltimore?' She was lost, trying to anchor herself, to find a reference point in a known reality. She looked at the clock again, as though somehow knowing the hour would also help her find her place in the world. 

'Yes.' Something now that was nearly bemused. 'I...look, I was wondering if you could come up here.'

'You want me to meet you up there?' 

'Uh...yes. That is...' The hesitancy was back. 'I'll explain when you get here.'"


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