The sound is, at first, muffled and distant. There are some minor sounds of things dropping, and the device itself is dropped before being recovered. There is a flustered sound, a heavy sigh, and a clearing of a throat.
"Hello? Hello?? I am so terribly sorry if this has disturbed anyone, but I'm hoping that, perhaps, I could be directed as to my whereabouts? I am Charlotte Branwell, and I believe that something somewhere has gone a bit awry. I should be in London at the Institute. I fear that this is neither of those places. Unless, of course, this is some sort of strange prank that a few of our students has dubbed amusing. In which case, I am certainly not at all amused. It could also be the work of my husband. In which case, I am still very much not