*holds the phone up to his ear and nods his acknowledgement as it rings (and rings and rings)* *hangs up on the voicemail message, knowing this isn't something to leave up to a soundbyte*
*waits a moment before dialing again, pressing himself back against the wall as two Swallow staffers maneuver a large rolling file cabinet down the hall*
*shivers with a sudden chill as the phone rings (and rings and rings), fighting a small surge of helplessness (my House is suffering but I'm not there) and uselessness (this House is suffering but I can't do much here, either)*
*murmurs to himself (ringing and ringing and You've reached Ecthelion's phone, please leave a—)* Come on, Ecthelion, come on...