Chicago, in the near past.

You don't see people using payphones much nowadays, but they are still around if you look for them.

The drunk sleeping it off in one of the little phone cubicles wakes up and blinks groggily as Epimetheus steps into the next cubicle, picks up the receiver without putting any money in the slot, and says, "Meda."

The phone purrs in his ear. He leans back against the Plexiglass wall and give the drunk a cheery finger-waggle.