Sitting in a bathroom stall with 5% battery left as I avoid social interactions. I've absentmindedly checked my phone numerous times hoping to keep people away. Who could I be hoping for? My contact book is empty except my psychotic mother; but no one knows that. As long as my phone lights up and I look at it no one will know that there's no one im talking to. 4% left and my backlight has dimmed. My phone is my ally. As we stand together praying we can abstain from unwanted banter my phone dies as well as my comfort level.