“Thank god you answered.” The voice on the other end sounded relieved. “I've been worried sick about you.”

Ashley blinked sitting in the awkwardly parked car. “You have?” She quietly questioned. “Why?”

“I heard you checked out and I've been calling all day but you never picked up-”

“What did you think happened to me?” Curiosity took over for a moment and she couldn't help but wonder why the blonde was so worried. Looking up at the tree she had come close to hitting, seconds away from death, she frowned in the darkness of the car. There was so much that could happen to her. “Drug overdose, car accident, Christine-” She stopped talking realizing she named them all out loud. “None of that happened and I'm okay. My phone's been in my car all day a-and the house phone is lost, dead somewhere.” With a silent sigh, she added, “I'm sorry I made you worry.”

“I'm just glad you're okay. I was going to ask if you wanted to come over for dinner but I guess it's too late, you're probably tired-”

“I can be there in under 10 minutes.” In a more hesitant voice she added, “if you still want me too.”

“I always want you over.”