Phone Call.
[Daniel is not familiar with phones. This Daniel. This generation. It's an old brain and it's been through a lot. Like Queen Victoria, he now tends to shy away from the new things that don't fit in the era of choice.
(The first ring rang on the music store counter, which he happened to be walking past on his way out for a hunt. He jumped a foot in the air and scooted out the door.
The second one was a cell phone in the pocket of a very willing young woman in his arms. They both ignored it.
The next several calls were more cell phones, bells rattling at him as if he were a kitchen servant moving through a world-sized kitchen.)
Finally, FINALLY, he picks up. The phone on the counter next to the cash drawer. In his mind, he's thinking this is some business of his grandson's.]