That day, as I left, she pulled me aside, and slid a piece of wrinkled paper into my shaking hands. On it, was a ten digit number; not hers ofcourse. "When you feel that you have hit rock bottom, dial this. I can give you one out. Just the one. Use it wisely, and remember that once you use it, you can never dial it a second time", she said. And she left. To this day, I do not have any clue what she told me there and why. I burned the piece of paper long ago, but still have the number memorised. For some reason, I have this feeling that one day, I shall be up against a problem beyond any force of nature, and she shall give me the out; and that I will have no clue how she did it, or why.
in the still silence of the cold dead cosmos, rose the disembodied scream of a ludicrous possibility; and the mad mad creation of a universe came about... -the big bang theory