Penny's POV
My phone buzzed violently against the nightstand, dragging me from sleep at three in the morning on a Friday night. I fumbled around in the darkness, completely confused about where I was and why someone was calling me in the middle of a London evening.
Finally grabbing the device, I saw Maya's name lighting up the screen. My stomach dropped immediately. Calls this late never brought good news.
"Maya?" I mumbled, my voice heavy with sleep. "What's wrong? Is everything alright?"
"Hey Penny!" My sister's voice practically bounced through the phone, far too energetic for the hour. "How's everything going?"
"Maya," I said, pushing myself up in bed and squinting at the clock, "it's three in the morning here."
"Really?" She sounded completely stunned. "God, I can never figure out these stupid time differences. Is it morning or evening over there?"
"Dead of night! Very dead of night!"
