Still at Harry's house, next day
It was late the next afternoon before the ringing telephone woke Harry up. He grumbled and managed to crawl out from under Eric to go get it. It was several minutes later before Harry's raised voice could be clearly heard from the other room. "Anastasia! You know I wouldn't make something up... damn it, I don't know where he went!" A little bit longer, and the phone was slammed back into its cradle. And then thrown across the room. Again.