It was Orlando's voice.
"Why didn't you answer the phone?" Viola breathed a sigh of relief. Then she became angry, instead of worried.
"I'm asleep. It's so late. Why aren't you sleeping yet? What happened?" he asked, sounding tired and sleepy.
"Nothing. I can't sleep."
"Then... Do you want me to stay up late with you?"
"Yes."
Viola replied softly. Recalling that dream just now, she sternly ordered him, "I'll remind you again. You are not allowed to go anywhere these two days. Also, turn your phone ringtone on full blast. You must answer the call as long as it's from me."
Orlando, who was on the other end of the line, was silent for a while. Then he said in a light tone, "I see. Are you sleepy now?"
"No."
"Do you want me to tell you a story?"
"No."
"Are you hungry? Send me your address, and I'll order some takeout for you."
"No."
Orlando was a bit speechless.