Just an average girl, age 20, living in the average New York apartment. Just an average night. Until your phone vibrates. Again. Again. And again. You have an interview for a minimum wage job tomorrow. Maybe it's to do with that. You look at your alarm clock. Nope, it's.. 2:55AM? Huh. You feel the bright light of your phone sting your eyes as you carefully examine the message. What could possibly so important that its being told at 2 in the morning?