“Well?” Fiona asks,
growing ever more frustrated, “How do you answer a phone
that isn't there?”
“You really have to
ask?” is the Angel's reply.
“Yes,” she tells
him, “I do.”
Ring Ring....Ring
Ring....Ring Ring
There's a sadness in
the Angel's face when he says “It would appear that much of my work
with you was in vain.”
“What does that
mean?” Fiona demands, “What work with me?”
“All those dreams I
gave you,” he says, “All that preparation.”
“Preparation?”
She's beginning to lose her temper, “Preparation for what?”
Ring
Ring....Ring Ring....Ring Ring
“Preparation
for what?” It's the Angel who's growing exasperated now.
“Preparation for now, you stupid girl.”
