Short story. 'Stranger' It was eleven o’clock at night when the phone rang. Usually, I ignore late calls, but then something made me answer. I heard a trembling woman's voice saying, 'I'm calling you from the Charlie's Pub at the corner of Maiden and South. I have something very important to tell you. Please, I need you to be here.' Before I could say that she had the wrong number, she hung up. 'Another broken heart', I thought and took the TV remote. There was a new episode of Real Detectives that night and I was wondering if they would solve the case. Suddenly, a clear thought came to my mind, 'What if that girl wasn't calling her ex-boyfriend? What if she works undercover and needs to tell her curator that she had been discovered? Or maybe she is a criminal and wants to provide her partner with the robbery plan?' 'No, she can't be a criminal', I said to myself, 'Her voice doesn't seem to belong to a criminal'. I felt obligated to tell her that she accidentally had called the wrong person. I tried to call back several times, but nobody answered. Eventually, I decided to go to the Charlie's Pub and meet her there. I got dressed and took the car. The streets were empty at that time, so it didn't take me a long time to get there. When I came there was just a little old faded sign with the word "Closed". I stayed for a while staring at the door and went home. That girl never called again. I never knew who she was and what had happened to her. I'm not even sure if she ever existed.