“You fell, out of the sky into the side of that building.” She pointed to a glass and steel skyscraper with several broken windows down its side. “You’re in Chicago.”

Angelo gathered himself up off the ground and looked up at the building. “Huh, I guess I must’ve hit that on the way down.” He muttered to himself. He had no injuries, not even scraped skin. “And I’m a bit far from Cheyenne, where I fell asleep.”

The sky was dark, he guessed it was probably around eleven at night. The alley he fell into was relatively well light.

Angelo, satisfied for the moment that he knew where he was turned his attention to the woman. “Could I borrow your cell phone for a moment? I don’t happen to have mine…” He glanced down at his clothing, flannel pajamas.

“Uh, sure.” The woman said quickly as she opened her purse. She handed him the cellphone. He mumbled a thanks and dialed his home phone number. “Hello, you’ve reached OSP Mining, our normal business hours are 9 AM to 5 PM Monday through Friday.—” Uh Oh…