I barged to the living room. Hames was on the sofa opposite the television. Though the television was turned on to an obviously romantic-comedy, he wasn't watching it but had his attention focused on his laptop, hitting its keys with his fingers aggressively. 

I stopped right in front of him, standing in akimbo and held my phone up to face him.

I was about to call him Mr Hendrix but I remembered he had said I could call him Hames. "Hames, please I need an explanation."

He didn't raise his head from the laptop, totally ignoring me. 

"Hello?" I frowned, waving my hand. 

Still no response.

"Have you gone online...