Noah couldn't sleep all night. He knew his parents had the number somewhere... Was it really a good idea to call Vincent? He'd never met him. His parents called to check up once in awhile, but the chat was always quick. Vincent was very busy.

He knew this was risky. If he told Vincent too much, Vincent would probably tell his parents and Noah would be in trouble. Both for calling Vincent, and not telling his parents about the email. He'd heard so much about Vincent, and part of him had always wanted to speak to him.

Noah made up his mind. His parents were going to the grocery store today, hopefully Celina would go to, he would call Vincent then. That is if he could find the number, of course.

Noah couldn't even think about eating the next morning.

"Noah, can I have your bacon?" Celina asked. He shrugged and passed it to her. "I'm ashamed of you for not eating this."

He rolled his eyes and turned to his mother, "You guys are going to the grocery store today right?"

"Yeah, anything you need?"

"I need something!" Celina exclaimed.

Noah felt a glimmer of hope. Did this mean his sister was going with them?

"I need one of those little hair sprays, and new mascara," Celina said. "I'm going over the Lottie's today and she asked me to try a new look on her."

"When are you going to Lottie's?" Noah asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Soon, can you guys drop my stuff off at her house?" Celina asked.

Noah felt relief wash over him. He would be alone.

"Dad, can I borrow a book from your office?" Noah asked with a small smirk.

That was their code for, can I get a video game from your man cave. They didn't want to suffer the scorn of Noah's mom. Noah shuddered at the thought of her finding out.

"Sure," his father said with a wink.

"Thanks!" Noah bolted up and headed to his dad's "study".

Noah knew that somewhere in here his dad had the number of the place where Vincent worked. Guarding Lear, up in Antarctica.

He darted into the study and began to look around. He wouldn't leave it out in the open. He wouldn't want anyone... To do exactly what Noah was trying to do.

There was an unused desk pushed up against the back wall. Towards the front of the room there was an old couch, and a giant television. There was a large assortment of varying video games. Some were stacked neatly, others were carelessly tossed on the floor.

Noah thought his best bet was to check the desk. He closed the door and made his way over to the desk. He checked the drawers, nothing. Noah frowned. It had to be here... Somewhere. He began to search under the desk. Maybe his dad stuck it somewhere... He felt around for a post-it note or something.

Finally his fingers closed around a slip of paper tucked under the desk. It read:

Vincent Contact:
651-253-3551

Perfect, Noah thought. He tucked the piece of paper in his pocket, and walked out of the study. He came back into the kitchen to see that his sister had already left, and his parents were grabbing their things.

"Find what you wanted?" his father asked.

"Yeah," Noah said with a smirk.

Wilkes came into the room grabbing her keys. "Do me a favor, and don't burn down the house while we're gone," she called to him as she walked out the door. Noah's father followed her, patting his son on the shoulder.

Noah waited until his parents car disappeared around the corner before he jumped up and dashed towards the phone.

Noah dialed the number and waited. The phone rang three times before someone picked up.

"Hello?" A man said.

Though Noah had never spoken to Vincent, he had a strong feeling this wasn't him.

"Um... May I speak to V- Michael Ford?" Noah asked nervously,

"Who are you?" The man demanded.

"My name is Noah," he said meekly.

"Unfortunately Noah, I have to refuse you. Call back when you have some kind of military status," the man began to hang up.

"Wait!" Noah exclaimed. "Can you tell him I'm the son of Eva Drew and Anthony Elder? Or... Wilkes and Bug Man?"

The man sighed and he heard him set down the phone. Ten minutes went by, and Noah began to feel nervous.

Finally the phone was picked back up. "Hello?" This was a new voice. Vincent's voice.

"Hello," Noah said. His throat had just become dry.

"Are you really the son of Anthony Elder?" He asked.

"Yes. My name is Noah Shane Elder,"

"Noah Shane..." Vincent murmured. "I'm going to ask you a question, if you answer it right I'll believe you. What are the BZRK names of the people you're named after?"

Noah breathed a sigh of relief . This was easy. "Keats, and Nijinsky."

"Okay, Noah. Another question. Do your parents know what you're doing?"

"No..."

"Fine, what do you need?" The words were a bit sharp, but Vincent spoke kindly.

"I- well," Noah felt slightly embarrassed now. " I was wondering about Lear."

"Really?" Vincent's voice became a bit harder.

"Yeah, does she... Um, have access to any kind of technology?" Noah asked cautiously.

"Of course not," Vincent answered bluntly.

"Are you sure? There's no way she could've got her hands on a phone or something?" Noah had to be sure.

"She's not sane enough, and even if she was we wouldn't let her do that. Are you okay Noah?"

"I-" he paused. He almost considered telling Vincent the truth, but I didn't want him to tell my parents. "I'm fine, it was just a question."

Vincent sighed, but seemed to accept his answer. "Will that be all?"

"Well, can you not tell my parents?"

"I won't bring it up, but if they ask... I'll be obligated to say."

"Okay, thanks."

"Goodbye Noah," Vincent hung up.

Noah stood there in the empty hall feeling stuck, and extremely confused.