Meanwhile, back at the booths, the mysterious red-shirted man was kicking it to Niki in full-effect (er, unless this was someone she already knew and I'm completely wrong).
On Sunday night, Niki came out of her room and into our living room and asked me to help her find her cell phone. So I went into her room and called her cell with my cell so that we could try to locate it by its ring. We both heard the phone, but after looking everywhere, we couldn't find it. So we moved to a different part of the room and I tried calling it again and we were perplexed that it also sounded like it was right near us even though were like ten feet from where we were the first time we called it.
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