Somewhere far away a phone was ringing.
"Please Pick up." She whispered the
words over and over like a montra.

Unconsciously, Ronda tugged at the
phone as if phone as if it was at the
 end of a  line that might pull Jack
back from places unknown and remote.

Maybe he'd pick up. Maybe he'd
listen. There was a first time for
everything. Maybe she should just run.