"This generation always looking at their god damn phones!"

“What is it? Do I have to go to confessional?” You ask, still staring at your phone trying to bring up the updated information on Paige.

“No, not that mate. Well, not yet, you do a have confessional scheduled later tonight, but we need to talk about something else,” The production assistant said.

“Yes?” You asked, curious.

“We need your phone. The showrunners called and said they had to check something out about it. They’ll have a new phone for you by the end of the week, they promise. Something about a glitch or malfunction or whatever.”

OH CRAP.

“Umm… don’t I need this for the island? You know, text messages from the producers and such,”

“They said not to worry about that, mate. They’ll get you a new phone as soon as possible. If they have a communique, they’ll relay it.”

Uh oh.

“New phone?” You asked.

“Ya, something about a malfunction or a glitch with the old firmware or hardware or something or other. Nothing to worry about mate, you’ll get a new one ASAP,” The AP says and then shows you an open hand, the universal sign of “HAND IT OVER.”

You try not to look in horror as you now have to hand over the only thing that could help you stay against all the odds. You let a deep breath.

“God giveth. God taketh away,” You think.

Handing it over, you felt a huge part of you has been sucked away. The assistant producer placed it in a ziplock bag and handed it to a production assistant who carted it away. An altered line from a movie struck in your head as the producer said thanks, and "he’ll get you a new one as soon as possible" and carried it off.

If you’re nothing without the app, then you shouldn’t have it.