Idea

I charge down the street, past the fire station, towards the bar on
the corner. I reach the bar and pause. A little further down there is a
professional busker, complete with amplifier, singing opera as loud as
a human possibly could. To my left there is an alleyway. It is a mess,
trashcans strewn about the place, rubbish littering the floor, empty
cans and bottles liberally dotted about the place.

Wishing it all to be some horrible prank, I pick my way over the piles
of rubbish that have poured out of the upturned containers. My foot
kicks something solid.

Looking down, I spy a sleek, black mobile phone. I pick it up. It is
still connected to mine. I hang up on both phones and stare around me.
There is nothing else to be seen. The place is deserted.

Behind me the cars continue to rush past, hurrying on their way home
from work.