Gavin let his eyes fall closed and his broken body leaned more heavily against the phone booth. "Thank you," he breathed. "I'm on some...road. Middle of nowhere. The road says 'Connors Way' and I think I'm near some abandoned factory? It has a big...white and red sign. Mmm. Says Faulkner."

If they took too long, they were going to find him unconscious. His ability to remain upright and awake was slipping away from him. "Bring food, okay? Bring food."