Well of course I...what?

I quickly trash for the phone! This is bad, I need to get it back! " Give me back my phone!" I shout, but of course she doesn't give it back. Her eyes go wide, and her face slightly disturbed. "What is this? You...wait, really?" She's figuring it out! I need to stop her! I lounge for the phone and try to grab it, but she jumps back and I miss. She starts to type! I need to grab tha....wait, what was I doing? This weird fogginess comes over me, like I'd forgotten something important...hmm...I really can't remember. I was just out getting the mail...right?

Looks like the upstairs neighbor was too, though her nose is deep into her phone, typing away, people these days just can't put those down! Bah, whatever. I grab my mail and start heading inside, but she stopped me before I could by calling out to me.

"Hey, can I ask a favor of you?" Ugh, I just wanted to go back inside and watch TV, but I can't just ignore my neighbor so..."...depends, what's up?" I reluctantly respond

"Well, my cars oil needs changed, and I don't really know how, think you can help?"

Usually this was something the boyfriend could do right? Why have me do it? Meh, I suppose it couldn't hurt "yeah, just give me a minute to change"

"Great!" She responded, "I'll make sure it's all set up for you!" Followed by a weird laugh... weird