Zoe looks for help

Panic seized Zoe. She had always been accustomed to the safety net her wealth provided, and for the first time, she felt completely out of her element. The streets were dimly lit, and she could hear muffled music from the bar, combined with the sound of distant conversations. She pulled her jacket tighter around her as a sense of vulnerability washed over her.

She looked around and spotted an old payphone not too far away. She vaguely remembered how they worked from some old movie she'd seen. Approaching it, she fished in her purse for a coin, but all she had were credit cards and some high-denomination bills. No change.

"Fuck, what am I going to do now?" she mumbled to herself.