Bill had taken to entering those competition things in the grocery store whenever he saw one. After all, they needed it, and he was bound to get drawn one for one of them, right?
As for a phone number, he had just put down the number for the pay phone in front of the abandoned building. So when it rang while he was heading home one day, he almost fell over from shock before answering it.
"Mr. Cipher? This is the Oregon Homeowner's Club, and you have won our random drawing for a two-bedroom-one-bathroom cabin in the woods of central Oregon!"
Bill almost collapsed. "Really? That's great! What do I have to do?"
Instructions were rattled off to him, and one of them made him cringe. "I need to tell the other two, where can I call you back?"
A phone number was barked into his ear, and he wrote it down on the back of his hand. "Thanks, I'll get back to you within the hour!"
He sighed and opened the door to the abandoned building. The girls were playing an intense game of checkers on the floor.
"King me!" Prez declared triumphantly, and looked up to her boyfriend with a grin on her face. "Hey Bill."
"Hi. Okay, so, you know those drawing things in the grocery store?"
"I finally won one!"
The girls high fived, and Girlie was the next one to speak. "What'd you get?"
"A little cabin in central Oregon."
Prez squealed and clapped her hands. "Awesome! We're moving!"
"Buuuut there's a drawback."
"Of course there is." Girlie sighed. "What is it?"
"There's only one way to get there . . . and that's a three-day trip by train . . ."