PC Shelly Ardell needed to pee, the feeling had been gradually building over the last hour and now it had reached a point where the pressure on her bladder was unbearable. To try and suppress the urge and take her mind away from the increasing strain on her full to bursting bladder, she picked her phone up from the dash of the patrol car and brought the screen to life. Her face now bathed in the dimmed light of her home screen creased with frustration at the NO CELLULAR SERVICE message displayed in small text at the top. She lifted the iPhone 6 as high as the interior of her Focus would allow and did the, trying to find a signal dance, that had been born when the mobile phone had become a part of daily life. The dance consisted of the lifting and lowering of the phone with increased annoya
