The Adventurous McGurn

Once on the bus you pick up your phone and message one of your old adventuring contacts. You can eschew formalities and just get into it.
He's old man and a bit of a dick but at least he might shed some light on what is happening.

"Peter," you type. "There is something strange going on. Have you heard anything?"

After a few minutes, you receive a message.

"I have noticed some abnormalities," it says. "I think that we may need to face evil once more. How long has it been? The forces of destruction may be upon us. This is typical. Just when I have a date lined up. I had one last week and it was awful, no chemistry, and the woman seemed quite rude. It couldn't have been me. None of my several dozen dates that have gone badly could have been my fault. I think that some women want more than a man wants to give on a first date and seem to..."

You roll your eyes and mute the conversation.