This is so totally not Kansas.
Wherever it is that you ran to, you ran for a really long time, because now that you're taking a damn breath, hands on your knees, you realize it's dusk. The sidewalk has given way to cobblestones. The buildings around you are something out of a reenactment or a play or something, all Old West meets Sherlock shit. Gaslight lamps.
That's when you hear her. Jasmine. You recognize the voice, but don't hear the words, they sound muffled or something. "Benny. Hey Benny, let me see you! C'mon, Benny. Let me out, okay?"
You realize the voice, it's coming from your pocket. From your phone. Did she call you?