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his_sarah_janeIt was nearly seven in the evening now and James still hasn't returned from the office. Hmmph. James Bond in an office; now there is something the films never stopped to consider. Sarah rolls her eyes, walking to the fridge for the umpteenth time since returning from her trip around London an hour ago.
She's bored and impatient, and perhaps more than anything: curious as to what James has been up to all day.
When she walks by the table with the note, she stops, noticing a number scrawled on the page. Well, it's not like she's never braved strange, futuristic technology before. Grabbing the paper, Sarah walks over to the phone in the living room, picks it up, and dials.
It takes her three tries, but at last there's a ringtone.
She's bored and impatient, and perhaps more than anything: curious as to what James has been up to all day.
When she walks by the table with the note, she stops, noticing a number scrawled on the page. Well, it's not like she's never braved strange, futuristic technology before. Grabbing the paper, Sarah walks over to the phone in the living room, picks it up, and dials.
It takes her three tries, but at last there's a ringtone.
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Date: 2007-03-15 04:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-15 05:08 pm (UTC)"Good luck, James."
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Date: 2007-03-15 05:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-15 07:09 pm (UTC)And then she takes the phone away from her ear, trying to find the button to disconnect the call.