My phone rang again. This time it played the Imperial March fromStar Wars. You know, the one that goesMid – Mid – Mid – Low-High-Mid – Low-High-Mid. You know the one, right?

Anyway, I knew exactly who was calling and sighed wearily as I opened my phone. I almost didn't open it at all, but I was bored.

"What is it, Quinn?"

There was a short pause, before: "Is that any way to say hello?"

"Sorry, Quinn. What can I do for you?"

"Well, I'm finishing up some business here. Should be back in town tomorrow, and I just wanted to check up on you and Tessa. How are things...