The call picks up on the other end as he exits the gym. Its Moe his Jujitsu instructor and he stops in the doorway to give the conversation his full focus:
“Yeah, I can come over in a bit. I just want to get something to eat first. Yeah… no problem… talk to you soon.”
He didn’t hear Moe, just his own voice talking, as if a recording of one side of the conversation was being played back to him. One more weird sensation to add to his day.
Putting the phone away he looks towards his next destination. A Subway sandwich bar. It’s conveniently positioned across the street from the gym and he sets off across the empty carpark towards it. He looks around as can hear the sounds of crying