Ring Ring....Ring
Ring....Ring Ring.
The phone continues to
ring, but still quietly.
“How can the call be
for me,” Fiona asks the Angel, “When there's no phone to ring?”
“My dear girl, this
is the Court of the Peacock Angel,” he replies, “One of the
hearts of the Weave itself. Here, anything is not only possible, but
probably quite likely. And you're a Wake Walker. You're asking the
wrong questions.”
“Well what would be
the right question to ask then?”
Ring Ring....Ring
Ring....Ring Ring.
“What?” The Angel
replies, though he's suddenly distracted, his attention returning to
Larry, Curly and Mo. “You three, I have pressing matters to attend
to. Your chastisement shall have to wait. See yourselves to the
Misery Box, I'll get to you in due course. Now,” he returns to
Fiona, “What did you say?”
“The right question?”
she prompts.
“Oh yes,” the Angel
smiles, “Try 'how do you answer a phone that isn't there?'”
