Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures

One ring.

Why am I calling her ?

Two rings.

Of course she's not gonna answer. It's three in the morning.

Three rings.

What am I doing? I should han-

"Allô?"

It's three a.m., after a night of clubbing, Lisa is stumbling down the streets of Paris with a pair of bloody heels in her hands. She has no phone, money or the capacity to speak the only language that could allow her to explain her situation to someone.
When she spots a blue phone box, she inserts the mere spare change she has left and decides to call the only number she knows by memory: Jennie's.