From the living room rang a distant echo, a ringing that continued on end. The first time it happened, Irene simply allowed it to play out… and in time, it stopped.
Second time rang for a lot longer… and this time she waited, her breath bated, listening for the silence to come again, and once more eventually it did, for a time…
The third time was when Irene finally succumbed to the incessant ringing, annoyed, disgruntled, she turned to Harry, who sat unmoving and with his head hanging down, seemingly unperturbed by the noise at all.
"Any guesses who's on the phone?" She asked. "Can't be your office, they called already."
"It's not work..." He murmured drearily, too jaded now to even raise his head at her. "It's my son calling… it has to be… he's the only one that does that when I don't answer."
The ringing was beginning to get unbearable, longer and louder it felt, the more it continued to go unanswered.
Welp, ran out of days. That's it for Irene's side, I suppose. Back to the MC we go.