Thanks Kay, no really, I couldn't if I tried. Lemme stare at this cup a bit longer then I'll be going. It's been a late one for all of us. I should probably call. Hopefully I'll get the machine.

No, shes in surgery. I don't know the doctors aren't done. I don't know. Listen I said I don't know. I don't know anything ok! I'll call you later it's freezing. Yeah, Lake Side.

Before she begins crying he stands up, shakes his hat out, and starts for the door. She'll catch a cold in this dusky motel room, but he can't bear to listen to her sob. He figure's she can stand the night. Come morning she'll be on the road heading back the way she came- 500 miles back to her dead-end job and her dead-end life in her dead-end town. He wishes there were better options.

Got myself a cause for indulgence... mmm a little person satisfaction. Boss calls it leverage. I call like it is- just a good piece of violence. Hope that cowboy shows wouldn't mind taking to cut on him. In the mean time though I'll taste the tears of his sweet chablis.

...Nine rings...now ten rings...there was either no one home or perhaps she wasn't home alone. 11 rings...was this payback for the other night? She must have disconnected the machine... twelve rings... or else...what else? What could be keeping her? Thirteen...I'll hang up soon. I'll give it just a few more rings then I'm hanging up and going over there myself. Fourteen... Don't fear the worst. You always fear the worst...