THE DIAL TONE SCREECHED, OVER AND OVER. NOBODY ANSWERED. SHE WAITED, TO SEE IF HE WOULD CALL BACK. IT WOULD BE A WHILE.
Tallon tripped and looked back with rage in his bulging eyes. A man constantly hanging from some sinewy part of his former, less tired self, he was shocked to see a small doll, with one button eye. It was grey, heavy with puddle water.
When he had stabbed the thing with a size 11 toe, to check it was not alive, he dragged his thoughts back to the new email arrival. The thing, with its monstrous 12MB attachment, was now red in the face, screaming for his attention from the embarrassingly full inbox.