"Hello?" Pt. 2

October 7th 2016

"Come and rescue me!"

"Where are you? I thought you were at home."

"I am."

"You're in the house?"

"Yes."

"Is this going to be like Scream or something?"

"What?"

"The killer usually calls from inside the house."

"You think I'm going to jump out and kill you?"

"You might."

"True."

"See! Wherever you are, you can stay there."

"Funny."

"What do you need, Daniel?"

"I need you to rescue me."

"From?"

"The spare room."

"You want me to rescue you from the spare room?"

"If it's not too much of an imposition, yes."

"What do you need rescuing from? There isn't a spider in there, is there? If there is, you're on your own!"

"There's no spider."

"Oh. That's ok, then."

"I'm stuck."

"Stuck?"

"Yes, Sophie, stuck."

"How?"

"The door won't open."

"..."

"Sophie? You still there?"

"Yeah, I was just thinking. Why are you in the spare room?"

"Soph, now is not the time to be playing a million and one questions!"

"Why not?"

"Because I'm stuck in a room!"

"Have you tried opening the door?"

"No, Sophie, I didn't think of that!"

"Alright, don't get moody with me, Whitaker."

"Then don't ask stupid questions, Clément. God, I can't breathe."

"What?"

"Sophie, just come and open the door. I beg of you."

"Daniel-"

"Open the door!"

"Yeah, ok, I'm coming."

"Thank fuck."

"Why are you so agitated?"

"Small spaces and I don't exactly agree with each other."

"You're claustrophobic?"

"..."

"How did I not know this?"

"Because it's not something I broadcast. Why do you think my flat was so minimal? I don't do well with clutter."

"Then you must really hate this house."

"..."

"Really, you hate it?"

"Concentrate, Soph!"

"Yeah, ok. Keep your knickers on, I'm almost there."

"What are you doing? Taking baby steps?"

"Do you want me to open the door?"

"Yes!"

"Then stop talking to me. I can't walk and talk at the same time."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Ok, I'm stood outside. Just for you to know, once I open this door and you've calmed down, you and I are having a chat about your hatred of my house."

"The door, Sophie!"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Oh, thank God!"

"You really ahte the-"

[Call ended.]