Voicemail for Claire: One
[Digital Voice:] Call from: Daniel. At: three. twenty-two. P.M. [Beep. Some muttering. His voice sounds distant as the phone is away from his face. A tone as he attempts to press a non-responsive screen "button."] I don't want more options, I want to speak to Claire. [He swears at it in French, his language of the day. A rattle. Hopeful pause.] Uh... voicemail box, call Claire? [Pause. The box is unresponsive.] Merde. [Rustle, rustle, click.]