Unoriented memories overflow causing fear, worry and frustration to fill your mind. You walk back inside the office supply store having decided the best thing to do is tell the officer what you did.

“Excuse me… Officer?”

“Yes…”

“I found this phone on that table there.” You point back with you left hand, handing the officer the phone with your right. “There’s someone on the phone that says I need to help them… and something about an envelope…”

Before you finish, the officer takes the phone from you. “Hello? This is the police. What’s your emergency?” Looking back at you, the officer says, "there’s no one there.”

“What? I mean…”

“Look, I understand what you’re saying, but since this isn’t your cell phone, you really should turn it in to Doctor Anderson. Don’t you think?”

“Yes, but…”

“Tell you what – give it to me and I‘ll tell him, okay?”

“…kay…”

“You betcha,” says the officer smiling happily.

Wiping the drool from the corners of your mouth, you return to your box of envelopes.