Re: Phone Call.
[At first it is static that wavers in and out, much like someone trying to fine tune a frequency on the radio. It takes a moment for the noise to clear up enough to discern words beneath. The voice is tinny and echoes, yet decidedly feminine in spite of the apparent distance from whatever mouthpiece is being used.]
Daniel? Is that you? [Closer. Clearer. A sob that is choked back, laced with exhaustion.] Please be you, Tesoro. Please...