ou hit the icon leading to your voicemail. There's one new message, which you listen to. It begins with a long moment of silence. Then there is a voice, at once robotic and dramatic, which you cannot understand fully. "Do not... this message." You're not sure what you're not supposed to do with it. "We will know. We are... you. We will kill you tomorrow at... o'clock." They're doing what to you? "This message will self-destruct... ...seconds. Three. Four. Seventeen. Four-thousand-twenty-two. ...teen." Then the voice stops. You look at the screen and now see a number counting down from six, five, four, three... You drop the phone just in time to watch it explode in a puff of smoke and fire at your feet. All you have to go on is that series of numbers and that somebody means to kill you tomorrow at some time. The rest wasn't easy to comprehend.