This--hadn’t been the welcome to the big city he had expected. Getting mugged? His wallet and suitcase stolen? Well, at least they didn’t take his guitar (they probably figured it was worthless by the way it looked). But man....he was still shaking, crying, and overall was just a mess.
He also had his phone still, thankfully, as it was hidden inside of his guitar case. He has some trouble dialing the number, but eventually he manages to Judy. He probably should’ve called the emergency line, but when your older sister was in the police force - wouldn’t it be better to cut out the middle man?
“Judy----Judy I need help.” He said as soon as he heard her voice on the other side. “I’m....I’m in the city. And---And I was just robbed---” There’s bound to be a bunch of questions after he said that, and he slides down the brick wall of the building he’s been leaning against, now sitting on the dirty ground as he tried his best to calm down.