(LeftRight)

Intro-Why did the phone cut off? She’s playing with me. Nothing is wrong. I’ll just call her back. As he frantically pushed the numbered buttons on his phone, Left was trying to figure out what the sound could have been at the end of the call. In his mind, he knows what it was, but he refuses to accept it.  He hits the green send button and as he waits for the call to be connected, his nerves and fear start to take over as he begins to tap his fingers on the steering wheel. Her phone picks up, but it is her Voicemail. As he runs a stop sign, he throws the cell phone into the driver seat. The only thing that is going, over and over, through his head is the simple yet devastating, last word he heard while the phone was to his ear. Unavailable.