I woke up to the most annoying beeping sound. I smacked John, he woke up.
“What?” He asked half asleep.
“Do you hear that noise?” I asked.
“No, I don’t hear anything.”
The noise got louder.
“You seriously don’t hear that.”
“A little, but just go back to bed, we can find out what it is in the morning.”
I tossed and turned, the beeping sound was all I could hear. I walked down stairs to see what it was and put a stop to it. At the very bottom of the staircase there laid a pager, it beeped, I brought it back up to our room. I sat in bed examining it, John was asleep next to me. On the back, it had written “John. 1 of 9”. The pager went off, buzzing and lighting up. I dropped it. What does this mean? I shook John violently, trying to wake him up. He didn’t wake. Eight pagers rang that morning.