Room 423, Sunday evening

The stupid antiquated communications device was malfunctioning, because Hoshi was getting a lot of really bizarre messages.

At first she tried to call these people back, but eventually she gave up. For some strange reason, she had a craving for pizza and brownies. She left the phone behind when she ran out to get food.

[Establishy only. And morpherboy totally needs to get a sales commission from Papa John's because after reading all those pizza order calls, I need to order a pizza too.]