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[The phone has been knocked off the hook. The sounds of a conversation filter through.]
--just grumpy because you haven't had your morning coffee. ♥
Don't play coy vith me. I vhant to know vhy I am here und vhere exactly here is. NOW.
Why, sweetie, you're at home in Mayfield, where you've always been! Come on, come down to the kitchen. Goodness, it's nearly seven-thirty, I really must start breakfast or the children will be late for school!
Children? Whose children?
[There's a laugh, which is quickly cut short by the thump of what must be someone slamming their fist against the wall.]
Zhis is not funny, fraulein. I don't know who you vherk for, but I vhill not be taunted in such a manner.
Honey, I've been working as a secretary for years now! You should know that!
[Another tinkling, overly-feminine laugh.]
Here, I'll just put this ba--
[There's a click and the accidental broadcast ends.]
****
[Once again, about an hour later, the phone is taken off the hook -- but this time, it's on purpose. Medic was forced to sit through breakfast, listening to his drone wife chatter about her work and his drone children fight over the syrup. Now he's locked himself in the master bedroom and is broadcasting a call because he has no idea how to use filters.]
I don't know vhat is happening here und frankly I don't vhant to know. I vhould just like to be returned to my actual place of residence. Immediately.
--just grumpy because you haven't had your morning coffee. ♥
Don't play coy vith me. I vhant to know vhy I am here und vhere exactly here is. NOW.
Why, sweetie, you're at home in Mayfield, where you've always been! Come on, come down to the kitchen. Goodness, it's nearly seven-thirty, I really must start breakfast or the children will be late for school!
Children? Whose children?
[There's a laugh, which is quickly cut short by the thump of what must be someone slamming their fist against the wall.]
Zhis is not funny, fraulein. I don't know who you vherk for, but I vhill not be taunted in such a manner.
Honey, I've been working as a secretary for years now! You should know that!
[Another tinkling, overly-feminine laugh.]
Here, I'll just put this ba--
[There's a click and the accidental broadcast ends.]
****
[Once again, about an hour later, the phone is taken off the hook -- but this time, it's on purpose. Medic was forced to sit through breakfast, listening to his drone wife chatter about her work and his drone children fight over the syrup. Now he's locked himself in the master bedroom and is broadcasting a call because he has no idea how to use filters.]
I don't know vhat is happening here und frankly I don't vhant to know. I vhould just like to be returned to my actual place of residence. Immediately.