He'd long thought phone booths like this were a thing of the past. To see one here, though, he wasn't too surprised. Anything could happen. Although, he couldn't understand why anyone would put a phone booth in the middle of a salt flat. Dust coated the glass panels making up its rectangular sides. The lettering which had been in Japanese was barely recognizable now, much less legible. The frame had long since been bleached white by the sun, and it seemed the first relief in a lifetime when his shadow fell across the front.