Call for help

"It's okay," James said slowly, realising that this was his moment to be a hero. "My phone is in my bag. I'll call someone for help, they can bring us spare clothes."

Amy looked at him in shock for a moment, tears still on her cheeks, but no longer making any attempt to cover herself up. James tried desperately not to stare at her naked body as he walked past her, heading towards his bag hanging by the back fire escape.

James dug into his bag, pulling out his phone, and turning once again, suddenly spotting Amy stood right next to him.

"Who are you going to call?" She asked suddenly. "I don't want anyone else to see me like this."