The high school football game was over; they had beaten their arch-enemies from across town. The stands were almost empty, but her little brother was missing. She waited and waited. He didn’t show up. She panicked. She had heard stories about the gangs from the other school. She just knew they were beating up her brother, somewhere, as a payback for their loss. She found a pay phone and called the police. Crying, her fears burst forth. The police came and searched the grounds. No brother. She finally called her mother, sobbing.
Her little brother was at home. Just a few minutes before the football game ended, he had gone to the bathroom. When he came out, he saw that everyone was exiting the stands. He couldn’t find his sister, so he went home.
(This was way before cell phones were invented.)