“With my
imagination? I don't understand,” Fiona tells the Angel.
“Oh come
come,” the Angel chides, “Picture yourself back in the Warp, your
phone rings, you take it from your pocket or bag and answer it.”
Ring
Ring....Ring Ring....Ring Ring
“Better
do so quickly,” he prompts, “It might not work if you over think
it.”
“Okay,”
she replies, “Here goes nothing.”
She closes
her eyes, picturing herself walking down the street where she lives.
“I'm walking home,” she says out loud, “I hear my phone ring,
ring ring, ring ring, so I reach into my pocket.”
As she
speaks she slips her hand into her trouser pocket. She gasps with
surprise when it encounters a small block, vibrating against her leg.
With her
eyes still closed she pulls the block from her pocket, causing the
Angel to gasp as well.
“Then I
answer it,” she says, taping the block where the answer button
should be. She lifts it to her ear. “Hello?” she says.
