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 "Meet me in the Rose Garden at lunch time!"

Hisashi had been nothing short of puzzled when the strangely familiar girl had approached him in the hallway before class and said what she had. Why was she familiar? He'd taken so long trying to figure that out that he didn't get a chance to ask the all-important question of why before she'd scurried off to her class before she'd be late. Leaving behind one very confused cat.

"Oh, ho, ho! Tatsuno-kuuun's got a daaaate~!" At the voice Hisashi turned around to see one of the students who had been loitering nearby grinning at him. In fact, he noticed a few students were looking in his direction with varying amounts of amusement.

"Da-... what now? What are you talking about?" It was just an invitation, right? From someone he obviously had met once during the class trip. Surely nothing more..? But now those people were moving in closer until he bristled a little at being suddenly penned in.

"Well you know what this is all about right?"

"Ah.. n-.. yes? I mean.. she probably wants to talk..?"

Hisashi had to take care to mind his shadow as otherwise his tails probably would've been lashing in irritation at not knowing what everyone else seemed to know. Suddenly he felt an arm drape over his shoulders and he looked up to see one of his classmates, ready to lead him into their classroom but apparently with an intention to enlighten him along the way..


A very different Hisashi awaited the visit in the Rose Garden. Gone was his confusion and in its place an almost unbearable sort of confidence. Of course she was going to confess! He was a catch in his own form and certainly no different in this one. Better still, he'd recalled how he knew her. So she was a nice girl! He could really give that a chance. Learn some new and different human habits. Win-win all around.

Hisashi sat in plain sight on one of the benches and waited, looking very neat and-.. had he even combed his hair since that conversation? It sure seemed like it. He was always clean and well-groomed, after all, no matter the form. For the moment he had a smirk on his face and his arms folded as he leaned back on the bench, eyes closed in thought as he considered what he might say to her. 
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{ OOC:  Post dated a week before the trip }

The air felt cool and refreshing on her face as Midori walked outside with her lunch in her hand.  The first half of her first day had certainly been…different.  First she had gotten lost and then while she was trying to find her home room before being incredibly late a kappa had chased her down an endless hallway, and she was positive that’s what it had been.  Then she had come in the wrong doors.  Really separate doors for teachers and students?  Then Shibata-sensei had told her that electronics were banned and he was supposed to give them to the vice principal to throw away! She was so grateful that he had taken pity on her and told her to just hide them in her bag!  What would she had done if he had actually taken them?!  Probably something incredibly foolish that would get her in trouble.  She gasped then.  What if they still paddled students in Japan? Grandmother told her things were much stricter here than back home.  Oh she couldn’t even entertain that idea!  Isn’t the kappa running around in the halls enough of a punishment?

She found a big shady tree and plopped down, leaning against it.  Well at least it was lunch time now.  She took the rubber band out of her hair and shook her head, finger combing her black hair with the bright red streaks.  Shibata-sensei had told her there was some silly rule about dyed hair too.  She hadn’t really believed him, surely that was something Grandmother had cooked up and called him to tell her.  Still she had humored him and put her hair up. 

I wonder what Grandmother sent in my pack.  The options had to be limited she had packed it two days ago.  Midori had just gotten off the plane yesterday.  “Onigiri!”  She laughed as she opened up her lunch bag and saw.  It was her favorite food when she was little and grandmother had always made it for her first day of school.  She pulled out her bright purple headphones, surely they were allowed during lunch!  But she peeked around really quick before putting them on her head and turning on a club mix as she popped open a can of Coca-Cola.  She stared at the can smiling.  She had been surprised they had it in here in Japan.  What else had Grandmother neglected to tell her about the mother land?

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{Backdated to 1 week before trip}

Tap tap tap tap
Midori’s school shoes made a distinct noise as she hurried down the hallway.  Great! My first day and I’m going to be late! She groaned and turned down another corridor desperately trying to find her home room. It’s really not my fault though.  I just flew in yesterday and haven’t gotten a chance to get use to the time change.  No, no she couldn’t think like that.  Grandmother had told her Americans make excuses, but Japanese begged forgiveness and took full responsibility for their mistakes.

              She turned down another corridor hurrying along, her headphones blaring her newest techno mix she had made on the long flight from LA.  She loved her new headphones, Grandmother had said they were totally inappropriate for Japan, but mother had said she needed a going away present and something to remember America by, so she had gotten the latest Beats by Dre and they were electric purple too! She looked up at a door she was passing. 1-C?! But I’m a second year!   How could she be lost?  Her high school in America was easily double this size and she’d never ever gotten lost, even on her first day.

                Midori shivered, feeling the air get suddenly very cold around her.  Something didn’t feel right all of a sudden.  She quickened her pace, desperately trying to find at least the hallway that held the second year homerooms.  Taptaptaptaptap  she turned again.  She was going to be so very very late.  She hadn’t even seen another person this morning.  The air got colder and she could swear she could feel something behind her.  She whirled around, her black and red hair twirling around her as she did so.  “Hello?”  Nobody was there. She pulled her headphones down around her neck, the loud club music blaring from them.

              Get a hold of yourself Midori.  She mentally shook herself and turned back around hurrying down the hall again.  She glanced over at a door she was walking past.  1-C…hadn’t she already passed that?  She turned around trying to get her bearings but the corridor just went on and on and on in both directions.  Where in the heck was she?!  Then she heard it.  A soft whispering kind of growl that seemed to just slide inside her skin and down her spine. A kappa!  She’d been terrified her whole life that one was coming for her.  Hadn’t Grandmother said they come after kids that misbehaved?  She was late for class on her very first day and now a kappa was coming to get her!

              She broke out in to a run, her shoes clacking on the floor as she went.  Stupid restrictive school uniform!  How could she properly run away from a mythical kid eating beast in this?  Oh how she longed for her board shorts, t-shirt, and Nikes.  Nothing could catch her in something practical like that.  Midori ran and ran down the endless hall. 1-C again.  She had passed it before!  What was going on with this freaky school?  Grandmother never warned her about endless halls and monsters chasing her down them.  “I’m a good girl!  I just got lost!”  She yelled over her shoulder as she kept running, her bookbag bouncing on her back with each stride of her long legs.

              A pair of double doors appeared to her left and she burst through them.  “Help me!”  She cried out, but the room…it wasn’t a school room.  It was a bog…just like where the kappas lived and took you to eat you!  She screamed, louder than she knew she was even capable of doing and turned and ran back out the doors.  No kappa was going to eat her!  She could feel it gaining on her.  That low growl getting louder and louder, the air getting colder and wetter.

              “Somebody?  Anybody?”  She yelled out as she ran down the endless hallway.  Then she felt the talisman bouncing against her chest as she ran.  Grandmother’s talisman!  She had made Midori to promise to never ever take it off.  It had protected Grandmother as a young girl all she had to do was say the prayer.

              Midori grasped the talisman in both hands, the small rectangular talisman that had Grandmother’s family name on it, dangling from the silver chain.  She fell to her knees and started reciting the prayer she’d been taught since she could talk.  “Kind benevolent spirits please protect us and show us the path to the light.”  She repeated it over and over again, her eyes squeezed shut as she waited for the kappa to pounce on her, but the kappa never came.  She more felt the light pouring out around her than actually seeing it, and then the air was warm again.  She opened on green eye peeking around, and then the other.  Everything looked normal again, her music began to blare from the headphones around her neck.  She hadn’t even noticed that they had stopped.  She looked around.  Everything looked normal again.  There was a door right in front of her, she peered up at it.  2-C.  She slowly got to her feet, smoothed her skirt and then her hair, took a deep breath and knocked on the closed door before opening it and going in.  “Ohayo gozaimasu.  Please forgive my lateness sensei.”

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((OOC: This takes place a little before the Dopple event.))

Sometimes, in order to get what one wanted, an investment had to be made. When it came to people, that involved finding out what they wanted and providing it. Whether companionship, money, protection, or whatever. There were a lot of options, and it took a great deal of effort and attention to find the correct answer.

Shichiro, for his part, had done his research, and after his last conversation, he'd arranged a date that he was certain would win Kylar's heart. To ensure his success, he'd also packed lunches- all meat for both of them- and bottles of pure water, and a few other things he'd put in his backpack, just in case. He also rehearsed what he knew of their interactions, and had a plan of attack. Coming on too strong would just spook Kylar. He'd have to take it slow, play it smooth, and make sure Kylar could trust him. It'd be slow, but it'd be worth it, if he could manage it.

That'd be the trick, though. For now, Shichiro waited at the gates of the shrine, it being the closest landmark that a foreigner could find easily. After that, it'd be a little bit of a hike, but... that also meant that no one would interrupt them! And that would be absolutely fantastic... if everything went according to plan. For now, thinking of that made Shichiro grin and his shadow start wagging its tails. Heh heh, this was going to be good!
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Ever since his last encounter with Sumire who had actually been Dopple, but still, Tom had held a great deal of suspicion toward the school nurse. There were far too many injuries in this school for her to not ask questions, and that meant she was either complicit or she knew more than she let on. Chances were also good that she'd have some kind of record about the more supernatural students and the other people in the school. So, whether she was incompetent or evil, confronting her would be a very good idea.

Tom waited until school was over and the infirmary was empty before he made his move. Sumire tended to linger, putting away supplies and otherwise tidying up, so that was the best chance he'd have. Hopefully this would end all right, and she wouldn't need to be hit with a few mysteries, but if that was what it took...

...if that was what it took. He took a few deep breaths to steel himself, and then let himself in. Then he closed the door behind him, hoping that no one would interrupt this. "Nurse Sumire?"
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If there was one thing Kylar liked about Japan it was the convenience of the boxed meal. It wasn't like he hadn't had them elsewhere before but there was a certain quality lacking. Maybe it was the presentation. The fine wooden boxes he and Arin had been sent along to school with added a wonderful visual aspect.

As he carried two boxes -- one stacked atop the other -- it occurred to him that even to himself he sounded very old and very boring. Arin would insist he was in fact just a hipster and attempt to explain Instagram so he could take pictures of his pretty lunchboxes.

He frowned a little and stared straight ahead as he kept on walking. He was meeting Shichiro and since he'd requested they meet somewhere outside the building he thought it would be fair to bring along something to eat. That was considerate. He had manners. Also maybe his new acquaintance would have less opportunity to invade his personal space if they were eating.

At least the school had plenty of quiet spots on the grounds. He didn't trust Shichiro anywhere near enough yet to want to wander the forest with him. Once he'd arrived at the place they'd chosen he sat down and set the bento boxes down beside him. In the meantime he would attempt to relax and enjoy the shade of the overhanging tree.

Ultimately he didn't look relaxed at all -- he was sitting perfectly straight and upright with his arms folded. He was the picture of awkward unease.
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So the fight with the shapeshifting monster had been... difficult. Even now, after his body had gotten a few minutes to heal, Shichiro felt like he could barely put one foot in front of the other. Even worse, getting to the shrine meant climbing up stairs, and never in his life had they felt so impassable as at that moment.

Worse was the fact that he didn't have any form he could safely assume. As a fox, he was in danger of having an arrow shot at him. As a human, Nao would hate him and the others would be suspicious of him. Nor did he have enough energy to weave an illusion to look like anyone else. So, what to do?

In the end, he'd take yelling and threats to an arrow. So, in human form, with torn school uniform and blood streaked across his face and throat, he dragged himself past the front door and off to the garden. Nobuyuki's office should be somewhere here, and hopefully the old man would be on his own. Hopefully.

Once he found it, Shichiro slid open the sliding door... and promptly collapsed into the room. Even making it this far was a minor miracle, that he could still speak was another. Which he would. In a second. When the world stopped spinning.
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When Tom had thought of places to share with Arin, he had originally thought of going with one of the basements, or maybe the graveyard out in the forest, or places like that. There had to be something in there, right?

But one day, while he was in the computer room, he'd noticed some ghosts floating around. Maybe they hadn't realized they'd died, maybe they were just curious about all of the emotions going on in the room, maybe it was something else entirely. Hard to say. The important thing was that it'd be easy to get in after hours, there were ghosts around, and there were two whole stories that weren't in use any longer.

Or in other words, it was prime ghost-hunting territory, while presumably not being too dangerous.

It had even been child's play to create a plan. Tom had simply stayed late with the computer club, and when he'd said his farewells, he'd gone up to the third floor rather than leaving the second building. The plan was simple: Tom would let Arin in, and Arin would bring in the materials, like flashlights and such, that Tom couldn't. It was practically perfect, and now Tom waited in the dark for Arin's quiet knock. Once that happened, they'd be off...
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The one thing about school life that Shichiro had found hardest to adjust to was, ironically, just how little effort it took. No need to run, no need to hunt, no need to do much of anything. Except sit. And wait. And sit. And wait.

It led to a lot of pent-up energy, and pranks could only let out so much of it. So, he'd started nosing around for other means of keeping himself busy... and found one. The swimming pool. He wasn't the world's best swimmer, but he could certainly hold his own, and not having too many people around made it even better. He'd even made it part of his routine, one that he found himself enjoying.

Of course, that meant changing, so after the school day was over, Shichiro made his way to the changing room and started undressing. For now, he used regulation-approved swim wear, but... he'd have to consider other options, later. For now, his mind was on the cool water waiting him, and if he was in fox form, he'd have his tail wagging like mad. Life in school was turning out to be surprisingly good. He'd just have to keep enjoying it!
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Ren cared about all of her students equally, but she would be lying if she said she didn't feel just a bit more empathetic towards Tom, who stuck out like a sore thumb. It wasn't easy to try to assimilate into Japanese culture when you weren't Japanese (or in her case, fully Japanese). Everyone at the school was generally very kind but it could be tiring and lonely. Ren decided to make it her business to take time out of her day to go check on Tom and see how he was doing.

She wanted to start the school year off on the right foot and what better way than having an impromptu counseling session with a new student?

The students were getting to leave for the day, so Ren made her way to the shoe lockers, her faithful laptop tucked under her arm. Tom was, obviously, very easy to spot among the other students.

"Hi," she said in English, smiling brightly. "Do you have a second? I promise I won't hold you for too long."
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It was the last Friday before the beginning of the 2009-2010 year. The teachers had come back from three weeks' vacation for an inservice workday today, and then they were turned loose again for the last weekend before their new assignments and new classrooms.

Meaning it was time to celebrate. Night flower viewing party was go. The junior teachers deserved to have some fun, before dealing with Ono for another year.

Yuzuya was in a park not far from his apartment building, spreading out a large old quilt out over a tarp, beneath the biggest weeping cherry tree he could find. He turned on the portable lantern he'd brought, and piled up all of the blankets he'd collected for extra warmth in one corner. The spring might be arriving, but it was quite a chilly night tonight. The bags of food and party things, he placed on another side, too. Lots of supplies!

So far, it was just him. Yuzuya sat down on the blanket and took a moment to gaze up at the sky before the others arrived. The moon rose full and round above the myriads of cherry blossoms above. It looked like it was smiling down at him among the stars. This was the perfect night to do this.

[OOC: some things about Yuzu have changed since last year. Please see here for details]
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Ulf had noticed that he went through cycles of moodiness – or, more specifically, homesickness. At first he’d thought it might have been something to do with the moon, as so many of his other ‘issues’ were, but then he’d had a good couple of months’ respite, so that theory was a bit blown. Now as he felt himself sinking deeper into what constituted melancholy for him, he wondered if he’d ever get used to being here. After more than six months away from home he thought he’d gotten over the worst of it, and that there’d only be the occasional nostalgic pang, but the past couple of weeks had proven him wrong on that count, too.

Well, maybe it was just that his birthday was around the corner. Probably hadn’t helped that his olds hadn’t been able to skip off work for Sports Day – it wasn’t really a big deal, but since basically everybody else’s family had come to visit, he’d taken it a little harder. Big wussy that he was. )
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There were certain things guaranteed to gnaw at Geirulf Ulvestad’s brain without his permission. One, of course, was whether or not his hair still looked awesome at any given point in time. While he was fairly sure that it always did, there was just this fear that it might not be. This is a fairly typical teenage affliction.

Another was that the girls ogling his butt were doing so because it was getting fat or something and therefore they were actually laughing at him. Ulf was less certain on this one, although he was pretty confident that all the running he did pretty well guaranteed him a backside like granite, no matter how big it was. Most of the time he could ignore this one.

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Summer was almost definitely Sachi's favourite time of year. She did so love spring - it was so exciting, with the brightening weather and blooming flowers and general lifting of spirits - but summer was the culmination of all that. It was what she looked forward to for the rest of the year.

This particular day found her contently lounging outside the school entrance, bag at her side and ankles nonchalantly crossed behind her as she lay on her stomach. In front of her lay one of the new manga she'd borrowed off her classmate Mayu-chan. It was really cliché and terrible trashy.

Sachi loved it already.

She hummed to herself happily, just killing time until she was due to head to her club activities; they were starting a little later than usual today, but she saw no real point in going home where she'd only be pestered by her brothers while doing exactly what she was now. She flipped a page, giggling to herself at the ridiculousness of these characters, and making mental notes for her own terrible romance works. Today was definitely a good day.
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It was a wonderful Thursday. The whole week had gone smoothly, her extra-curricular classes had been amazing, and she'd gotten an enormous smile of renewed self-confidence out of a very timid first-year girl. There was nothing like taking down a boy twice your size to boost one's ego.

Ayumi had taken off her gi's top and was only in a tank top as she went through her own usual hour-long regiment. Her Sunday-Tuesday, Thursday regiment, of course. Her Monday-Wednesday-Saturday one was a little lighter. Her last class had gotten out a little early - the kids had done well, but looked exhausted. And so she was twenty-minutes ahead of schedule and not-quite coated in sweat.

The punching bag she was attacking was a good one. She'd spent a little money upgrading from the sub-standard ones that the school had been using in exchange for a slightly more expensive one. The fact that it lasted for five years instead of a lowly two was enough to get even the stingy Vice-Principal to sign off on it. She loved breaking in things like this.

So it was that she didn't hear the door opening across the gymnasium. It was the frantic waving from Yuuichi and the way that Shin hid behind the stacked mats that made her pause. And had it gotten colder in here? All the windows were open, though...
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"A-and that's our house," Nao said to Ulf, leading him across the white gravel of the shrine's main compound. As they came around the corner, she gestured with one hand, shy.

The Kasuga's house stood behind the shrine, hidden by a screen of bamboo and camellia bushes. It was a rather plain affair made of dark wood and a heavy blue tiled roof. At the edges of the roof hung rain-chains that had long since tarnished to a pleasant green patina. The building had not been painted since at least the 1970's and there were a few quite obvious areas of disrepair. Tiles had been disturbed on the west corner of the roof and were missing. One window two spaces to the left of the front door was cracked and had been secured with duct tape and holy charms. Not to mention the cracks in the foundation, some earthquake damage, a bee's hive under the eaves, and the wood at the corner of the kitchen was rotting away.

Other than that, it was a regular cozy old-style Japanese country home, except for the fact that this house had holy wards plastered outside every window and door. The family's laundry could be seen hanging on poles beyond the house, and behind that, a vegetable garden and an old-fashioned storehouse. And past that, nothing but trees, all the way up to the hills. It was quite the backyard, to say the least.

Nao tried to hold her head high as they walked through the mossy front garden and approached her home. She knew that it was probably noticeable how little money her family had, but it was still her family. )
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There were certain inescapable facts of life. For normal people, these tended to be things like 'breathing,' 'death,' and 'taxes.' For Morinaga Tatsuki, they were closed to 'achieving victory,' 'obtaining ingredients at regular intervals,' and 'dealing with my mother and other vicious animals.' Sports Day had provided an opportunity for him to buy off at least a tiny moment of peace, but he never had time to sit back and celebrate, nor did he have time to simply do nothing. Time was always pressing, and he always had things to do.

That was why he was here, at the mall in town, a good ten minutes' train ride from Kikuryou. While 'dragon's tears' and 'devil's shoelaces' weren't quite as mystical as their names would imply, Tatsuki couldn't exactly make magic out of nothing. That was why he was doing his shopping, and now he was at the grocery store, picking out herbs and some spices- common household objects that had innate power of their own, though no one would ever guess that was his purpose.

Of course, few people were going to be paying attention to what he was buying. No, the handsome treasurer of the student council left an impression of an entirely different sort, one that made him stand out in the admittedly rather sparse crowd.
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Seated on a bench in the gardens after school, Nao screwed up her face into a squint. She stared at the pink camellia she was trying to draw, and then looked down at her big sketch pad. Then she looked back at the flower, then back at the sketch pad.

THIS WAS NOTHING LIKE IT! It looked more like... well to be honest, it looked a lot like a fish. How had a camellia turned into a fish!?

The first-year held her head with both hands and shook it slowly back and forth. "Ohhhhh... This art project is never going to get done," she lamented to herself, her usual pep becoming tinged with frustration. "Why can't I draw it how it looks! What should I dooo!?"
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(Thanks to Jade for contributing Baku-gami to this one! :D)

The wind whistled through the narrow opening in Chiaki's bedroom window. Casting a tired, nervous glance at the digital clock on his desk, he got up, pacing agitatedly, and finally shut the window after another few moments. The clock read 3:07. Chiaki had been up all this time, trying to decide whether or not he should venture into the night after all.

He didn't want to say that it was because he was scared. That didn't meant it wasn't true, but -- admitting it would only prove Yadoru right, wouldn't it? He glanced out the window, at the moon so large in the sky. The wind whipped through the trees, pushing clouds toward obscuring his view. Why was it that windy nights seemed so inauspicious for him...?

No, he thought, moving to find his shoes. Being scared alone didn't necessarily prove Yadoru right -- being too scared to go at all did. And timid though he may have been, he would not let that stop him. This was something he had to do, and he'd put it off too long.

He ignored the fact that exhaustion was starting to weigh heavily on him in the late hour. )
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It was a gray day of June gloom, and Yuzuya's mood matched the sky as he walked through the school grounds. He rubbed his tired eyes with his fingertips and cleared his sore throat. He had really wanted to stay home. However, he hadn't missed or been late to a single day of work yet since becoming a teacher last year, and he desperately wanted to keep his record going as long as possible. Once he took a day off for himself, he was sure it would be easier and easier to slip into not getting out of bed anymore. Anything but that.

Today he had duty at the back gate, to greet the students as they came in and make sure they were walking safely to school. When it was his turn he always felt embarrassed standing out there. The students' eyes on him often made him feel as though he were the one being supervised and evaluated.

Yuzuya took a shortcut across the grass and through some trees, not wanting to be late. And that was when something white on the grass caught his eye. Drawing near to inspect, he could see that it was a shirt, and then that that shirt was on a body that was lying face down in the grass, limbs splayed. "Oh my god," he gasped. Alarmed, Yuzuya ran over as fast as his legs could carry him.

"Aoki-san!" he cried, recognizing the boy's black mop of hair and the thick glasses. He tried to turn the boy upwards, checked his neck with two fingers for a pulse. It was there, but the breathing was shallow. "Aoki-san, Chiaki, can you hear me?" He pried open one eyelid to see if there was eye movement, and didn't see any. "Shit," he hissed, and reached for his cell phone.