Zach was bored. This wasn't just your average, run-of-the-mill bored, though. This was full-blown, five-alarm, mutated strain of viral bored that had infected Zach and wasn't going to let go any time soon. With a small grunt, he got up off his duff and moseyed over to the phone. If he was going to be bored, then so was his besty. He dialed in her number and waited for her to pick up the phone.