Two o'clock in the morning, Cal's phone rang. Late into the night, he had been sitting out on the patio. His head in a whirl, his mind was ravaged. How did something so wonderful end up being so awful? He hardly understood it. As joyful as his relationship had been with Melody, it had ended in such a tragic way. He couldn't think; he couldn't sleep; he barely felt as though he were alive. And now the phone was ringing. Something mundane to deal with at the office...something that could probably wait until morning. Oh bother...

At first Calvin thought he would ignore it. But no, it was his obligation to answer. As soon as he picked it up, it stopped. Oh well...couldn't have been that important. He would just go get another drink. Slowly he walked inside to the fridge for another beer. As soon as he stepped inside, the phone rang again. Trudging back with the icy cold bottle in his hand, he reached down to pick the blasted thing up and it stopped again.

Finishing his drink, Cal decided to stumble off the bed. Sitting up or lying down, what difference did it make? He probably wouldn't sleep anyway. Just as he started to stumble off, the phone blared out again. Grabbing it up and hitting the right button, he snapped, "What?!" He really wasn't in the mood. "Cal?" Close to tears, it was Melody's small trembling voice.