::Cypress was never good with the cell phone thing. It was more because of people, not for herself. So the message was finally taken down. Cypress called Dakota a moment after the phone number was taken down. "Dakota, I would be happy to show you around, when you like." That was all. No hello and no good byes. Cypress hung up her cell phone. Returning back to the body on her slab. A beautiful red head with eyes like shamrocks.::