As soon as Simon's phone rang, he answered it. He leaned against the wall of the house he had been squatting in. "Alex..." His voice was calm as usual, even though he was panicking on the inside. The walls of the building had symbols written on them, triangles and Sumarian numerology that only he knew the translation and symbolism of. He ran his free hand over the arm holding the phone, clawing slightly. "You're in danger."