Taylor managed to squeeze his eyes open sometime in the early morning.
His phone was ringing.
Rubbing his eyes tiredly, he rolled over in bed and grabbed the phone from the bedside table. Answering the call, he put the phone to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Tay man! Tay, Tay. Have you heard anything? I mean, have you..."
"About what?" Taylor groaned.
Sheldon bit his lip.
"About Christian Thomas."
"A few things, why?"
"Do you know where he is?"
"Yeah."
Silence.
"Where?" Sheldon demanded.
"Why are you so worried?" Taylor frowned suddenly, sitting up, "and don't say you're not, because I can hear it."
"You know what they've been saying about him, right?"
"What, exactly? There's a lot going around about him."
Sheldon hesitated, then switched his tongue to guinea pig.
"That he was the Little Raider."
Taylor hesitated, then sat up further.
"You heard?"
"I did. And I already knew. Just, please Tay, I need to know where he is. And if the rumours are true."
"Which rumours? The Guffery rumours?"
Silence.
"Sheldon?"
"Yeah, yeah the Guffery rumours. They're true, aren't they?"
"Why are you so worried?" Taylor asked again, "why are you suddenly taking an interest?"
Silence.
"Am I going to get an answer or do I have to force it out of you?" Taylor frowned.
The line went dead.
Taylor stared at the phone for a moment, before hanging up.
"What the hell is going on?" he asked himself, before collapsing back onto his bed.