Johnstone Pharmasuture had not been responding to her email requests, and so being frustrated and yet determined, she thought she might go there in person, before returning home.
She buzzed the intercom several times and still no one had answered.
"Why did I let that taxi go?" she asked herself now frantically checking her phone for reception.
A dozen or more rabbits scuttled past her.
"I'll go look for a bus stop" she said to herself half-hopefully.
"I'm sorry but we are closed indefinitely" a voice called after her, just as Robyn had turned to leave in defeat.
A young woman only a few years older than herself approached - her long golden brown hair was braided in Rastafarian knots clamped back with several adornments, which greatly contrasted her navy blue business suit and bright red shoes. She appeared to be genuinely apologetic.
The unwelcome news suddenly made the heat all the hotter and Robyn clutched onto the gate to steady herself. It burnt her hand.
"Please, do you think I might be able to use your phone? I can't seem to get mine to work."
“No, not out here, you won't get any service... - of course you can."
The gate clicked loudly open with a snap and glided open. Robyn hurried through nervously.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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