[center][h2][color=#20B2AA]Zach Kozel:[/color]
[color=0054a6]The PRT Building[/color][/h2][/center]
Zach picked up the phone hesitantly, surprised at the promptness. He flipped it open, and dialed the number from memory. A gruff voiced older man picked up on the third ring, though the man paused before saying a greeting. [color=#00b200][b]"Hey there uncle. It's me- Zach. I'm in some legal trouble, and I could really use your help."[/b][/color] Zach said hesitantly, careful to be vague. 

"It's been a while. Heard about your parents. Where are you?" Zach's uncle's voice didn't change as he spoke, the tempo and tone unchanged.

Zach waited a beat or two before responding. [color=#00b200][b] I'm in a cell at the local PRT building, but I don't know much more than-[/b][/color]

"Yeah got it. Be there soon." He interrupted.

The line went dead, and Zach looked helplessly at the phone. A long breath escaped his lips as he looked around the room. [color=#00b200][i]That's it then. Now we wait.[/i][/color] He resigned himself to laying down and getting comfortable, as he didn't know how long his uncle would take. Though Zach didn't think he could, the long tendrils of sleep started to draw him in as he lay there.