Worry after worry piled on top of me. My body grew heavier like it wanted to collapse again the ground and not get back up again.

I changed into my pyjamas and hurried into my duvet so I could snuggle into my pillow. My wet brown hair touched the softener, and the sight made me want to cry harder.

The thing that stopped me from breaking down completely was the sound of my phone buzzing.

I reached for the phone on my nightstand and looked to see an unknown number was calling.

"Hello?" I spoke into the phone, curiosity filling my tone as to who was calling.

A deep gruff voice greeted me "Did you get home safe?"

I smiled to myself as I replied, "Hello stranger that is either a stalker or Stone."

"Did you get home safe, Medusa?"

My eyes rolled at the use of the nickname before I questioned into the phone "How did you get my number?"

The vague reply from the gravelly voice tickled my ear and made a shiver run down my spine "I asked Brennan for it."

I frowned confusedly while asking "How did Brennan get it?"

"He asked Lana for it." He answered after a second or two.

I bit back a smile as I sprawled out on my bed like a starfish and looked up at the ceiling.

The commanding tone returned to his husky voice as he demanded to know "Did you get home safe?"

"No." I answered as seriously as I could "I have been picked up by a UFO. I am being held captive by aliens who want to invade earth."

"And they let you keep your phone?" He challenged.

"The aliens knew that you had my number." I claimed, "You calling me is part of their torture technique to torment me."

He chuckled once.

"Although, you calling me kind of makes me think you kind of care about my well-being." I said suggestively into the phone "Has the real Stone been body-snatched?"

Another deep noise that resembled a laugh came through the line.

"They probably mistook you for being one of them." He mentioned, a hint of amusement in his tone "Your green hair is eye-catching."

My smile dropped. My attention went to the brown strands spread out against my pillow.

"Not anymore." I murmured.

Silence hung between us for a full minute before he spoke again.

"What do you mean you got rid of the green?" His deep voice grumbled.

"I got rid of the green." I repeated, my throat shaking as I uttered the words.

"You love your hair." Stone grumbled again.

"I just wanted a change." I said instead of telling him the truth.

He went silent. The phone went completely quiet, but I could tell he was still there. I could hear his deep intake of breaths.