"I'm outside, walking down the road. Any cars coming?" She listened to the response. "Good. Have someone meet me and guide me in. It would probably be...a good idea to have someone watch behind me. I don't think they would be stupid enough to try following me, but I could be wrong. Already? Whose idea was that? Great! Call me if a car comes or something. Thanks. Bye." She put the cell in her pocket and continued walking.After the oppressive atmosphere of the school, the walk down the road seemed. I wanna speak to Rajeev. It is urgent. Can you please give him the phone?Me: Sorry. This is neither Rajeev’s number nor do I know anyone of that name! I think you should check the number again or get the correct number next time you meet this Rajeev.She: Okay.Me: Okay. Take care. ByeAnd I hung up.Later that noon, as I was busy with my lab work, I didn’t get much chance to check my phone. While I was in my lab, I received about 3 missed calls from the same number. I ignored those miss-calls but. But a hand was physically shaking me. “Claire, it’s me, Jason. Wake up, honey.”As the last remnants of my sleepiness disappeared I realized it was for real. Jason was squatting down by the side of the bed, reaching over Tyrell’s sleeping body and gently shaking me awake.“I had to come back to sort some business out, and Lewis rang me last night to tell me you were here and that he thought you might need a shoulder to lean on.”It felt so good to see him. To know I had at least one person who was. "Is there a problem Mrs. Cully?" asked the man from security."This gentleman wants personal information on Dr. Underwood and won't accept that I'm not permitted to give it to him." Look, I apologize, I didn't mean to raise my voice or cause trouble. I was just hoping to see Kerry, Dr. Underwood," I replied.The security guard stared at me for a moment. "You're John Taylor, the running back aren't you?" Yes, former running back - career ending knee surgery. Listen, I'm sorry for any trouble I.