A Disruptive Call

Michael's hiding behind a door, watching Janice sleeping.

Janice is nothing like her initial frosty self now. She finally looks like a teenager should, all snuggled up in bed, arms wrapped around a penguin plushie.

"Hmm, comics scattered all over the place," Michael tiptoes forward, picks up the comics on the bed, and quietly closes the door, making zero noise.

He tucks the comics under his arm, ready to open the bedroom door.

DINDINDIN...

Michael jumps.

Dang it! What if that wakes her up?!

He hurries over to the phone hanging by the door, picks up the receiver, and puts it to his ear.

"Hello?"

"Michael," it's Hudson.

"What's up?"

"Somebody's out to kill a kid."

"What? Explain this properly, don't just drop 'somebody's out to kill a kid' on me out of nowhere."

"It goes like this," Hudson takes a deep breath, "there's this guy claiming to be from the future, tells the top brass that a kid's gonna wreck the whole USA, and they bought into it."

"They just believe anyone up top?"

"They were held at gunpoint, man, with their hands up to the ceiling."

"...Alright, so why are you calling me?"

"A group of armed forces has located the kid, and they're being led by that future guy."

"Why don't you handle this yourself?"

"Can't do it alone, that's why I'm calling you."

"I'm about to sleep."

"...Is Janice the kid?"

"..." Michael's left speechless.

"So, if something happened to her, would you be happy?"

"..."

"Now, if that kid was switched with Janice, would you want to save her?"

"..."

The call ended.