Match Seventeen: Apple:
December 23rd, 2013.
At one in the morning, Alfred received a phone call.
"Hello?" he asked.
"Is this Alfred?" a woman's voice asked.
The American man sat up in bed. "Yes. Who is this?"
"My name is Ava."
"Okay… Why are you calling me at one in the morning?"
"Listen, I have to tell you something."
"What are you talking about?"
Alfred lowered his shoulders. "Okay, what do you want?"
"Your Florence will die soon."
He raised an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"
"The gates to the Wasteland have already open here in Ikebukuro."
"I shouldn't be talking to like this over the phone. Can we meet via Skype at noon?"
Alfred turned and looked at the clock on his nightstand. "I guess…"
"Good, good. This is really important. I will e-mail you text you my address."
"There, I sent it. We will talk later." Ava hung up before Alfred could ask any more questions. He looked at his phone, frowning. What was all of that about? At noon, he would get more than he wanted to know. It all began with one e-mail…