Read from the beginning here.

“Who would I call? I can’t even remember my name much less the numbers of complete strangers from images in my head.”

Melanie ate some fallen bananas that she hadn’t noticed earlier near the beach.  Then she decided to go back and follow the path past the old cabin. At the end of it, she found a road, unmarked, but paved.  It wasn’t busy.  She might have seen one car go by if she had been paying attention.  All she noticed was a sign.

She knew she recognized it, but she didn’t know what it meant. It looked like a normal yield sign, but in the middle there was a single black star. Underneath it the word Lunal was printed in block letters.

She looked up and down the road for signs of civilization. Seeing nothing but the horizon on the right and the left, she began to walk down the right side of the highway, hoping to find a car to pick her up or maybe just a phone booth. She laughed internally at the thought. Who would I call? I can’t even remember my name much less the numbers of complete strangers from images in my head.  Yes, it was ludicrous, but still she trekked on.

As if fate was making a joke of her, a phone booth appeared as soon as she crossed the next hill on the road. Shrugging, she went up to it anyway. Once inside, she discovered a number etched into the thin wall of the booth. Smiling at what she was doing, she quickly dropped in the change she found on the floor of the booth and dialed the number.

“Hello,” a deep male voice answered.

“Hi. Um, this is…uh…Melanie.”

“Yes, we’ve been expecting your call,” he said pleasantly.

Shocked and frightened, she let go of the receiver.  She ran off, a trail of dust swirling out behind her.