Re: Phone Call.
[Another huffy tired sigh.] Yes, he lives a ways off. With many very, very beautiful people. He... thought I was begging. Lying. A thief. I do not exist here, so it is not entirely his fault. I have no home, no money, no Church. When some filthy and pathetic stranger shows up at your door claiming to want to bring you home, that we've been friends for years, and that it is possible you are simply a little blood mad, that Holly had sent me to fetch you when he is not in this world any longer... I cannot blame him for having little patience with me. He was bit nasty with me before turning fangy. I left him alive, though his hive probably had to do much to heal him. [A beat.] He did not believe I was a hunter, either.