I Chose Nothing

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     Sage went into John's bedroom and went straight to the corner of the room where his night stand was. She then began to use scissors that she brought to puncture a hole at the bottom of the tin can she was holding. John noticed how it had already been opened on one end, "What are you doing?" He asked, as he could think of no possible reason as to why she was creating a hole in a can, in the corner of his room. Sage lifted her head, her eyes still focused on the can, cautious to not let the scissors slip and end up cutting herself. "I'm making a telephone." She responded, John tilted his head in confusion. He looked at Marc to see if he had any idea, but he looked just as lost. "Pass me that drill." Sage ordered, she pointed at a yellow and black drill that was placed on his bed. Marc bent down and slid it as best he could towards her, she grabbed it and placed it on the night stand. She put the can down, "Can I use your paint for a second?" John nodded, Sage made her way towards a small black work desk, it carried the small canvas, a computer, the small tubes of pain themselves, and a small pencil cup filled with a small assortment of highlighters and pens. "I don't like pencils, the led ends up rubbing off on the side of my hand and it's annoying to wash off." John explained to them.

     Sage chose the tube of red paint, then walked over to the corner of the room she was working on. "Are you going to paint that can? I think a paint brush would be more effective, don't you think?" John asked, Sage smiled and shook her head. "Marc, go to my apartment, enter my room and wherever my nightstand is, knock on the wall." She instructed him as she took the seal that covered the tube of paint off. Marc nodded and went off towards Sage's apartment.  After hearing a few taps, Sage pinpointed where the spot was, took some of the red paint on her thumb and marked the wall with it. "Wait- why are you painting my walls?" John asked in a super confused tone. "Telephone." Was all she answered.

     After the return of Marc, she used the drill to make a hole that extended to the other side. She then went to her room and from the little hole, John heard her calling for him. "Pssst here take the string and make sure it goes all the way to your bed." She instructed him, putting the string through both of the holes successfully. He saw the white piece of string and headed towards his bed, extending the string far. "Alright I did it, now what?" John asked, Marc scoffed and shook his head. "Just wait there for a second and keep a firm grip on the string though." She said again, after seeing the string bounce for a little bit, he heard footsteps heading towards his room again. She attached the can to the string and smiled like a toddler who had just been given a lollipop. "Hold the can to your ear and let me know if it works, I'll be talking on the other line." She handed the can over to him and jogged over to her apartment. John looked at Marc, who just sat on the bed and opened his phone, he put the can up to his ear and waited for Sage's voice. "Luke, I am your father." Was all he heard coming out of the can, along with some odd breathing, John laughed out loud and put the can up to his mouth, "Is that the best Darth Vader impression you can do?" He whispered, He heard Sage's laugh from his room without the aid of the can. "I saw your home screen on your computer and figured that's what would make you laugh!" She explained in fits of laughter.

     The telephone worked.