The Call (1) : An unknown number calls you. Maybe you pick it up, maybe you don’t, but the message is the same–someone on the other line is warning you about something. They seem to have details that give credence to whatever they’re warning you about, but there’s something particularly unbelievable about it all–because, they sound like you. And they know things only you would know. And then, the line drops, and you’re left alone. If you try to call the number back, it’s been disconnected. If it was a prank, it was a good one. But, maybe there was something more to it.
There was nothing to indicate that the day would hold anything out of the ordinary. Amora had had a relatively peaceful sleep and had kept herself busy around Reed's residence while staying out of sight of the others. There was not really a reason to hide away from everyone else but Amora had been trying to keep to herself in an effort to work out her thoughts. Ever since she had learned that there was a chance she could have been brought into the Negaverse against her will she had been trying to pierce holes in the story that she'd been told.
Currently Amora was sitting at her desk with a sheet of paper with the facts that she had learned off of her interaction with Ida and lining them up with the story that Reed had explained had happened to her. Did the facts seem to line up? The answer to that was simply a rather large question mark. With a giant sigh Amora simply placed her elbows onto the desk before folding them down and making a pillow of her arms in order to rest her head on. Why was this so hard to work through? Why did she not seem to have the courage to simply force the discussion that she sorely needed to have with Reed? Blinking slowly Amora raised her head enough to peer over at the entirety of her room before pondering if everything in here spoke of feeding into a possible lie. If Sonia was still here there would have been an option to try and confide in the other woman. But now, the only one that she was close to in the household was the one who she needed to talk with and it was slowly eating away at her.
The ringing of her cellphone startled Amora enough that the paper she had been working on flew off the desk as she reached over to grab the device before the call was dropped. The phone had been sitting near the edge of her desk and it too, almost up being knocked over the edge. Silencing the ringer Amora hit the talk button and brought the phone up to be cradled against her shoulder before speaking a breathy hello in reply to the person on the other end. Silence. Had the other person already hung up? How would they have gotten a hold of her number anyway. She did not often give it out so really, only members of Reed's group would know her number and be calling her. But this was weird.
There was no reply and for a moment, Amora was puzzled. She repeated her greeting a little bit louder before she heard a sigh on the other end. "Okay, then, I am going to hang up if you are not going to say anything.
"No no. Do not do that. I beg this of you. I have something to tell you. Something of dire importance that you need to really hear."
Amora's ears sharpened on the words that were spoken before knitting together in consternation. Not only were the words enough to catch her attention but the tones in which the other spoke triggered a sense of familiarity in her head.
"Who is this?"
If the person on the other end was not going to be more specific then there was still the opportunity that she would simply hang up, but if she were being honest with herself, the sense of urgency in the caller's voice kept Amora's ear to the phone.
"No time for that. Now listen up Amora. You have to know this in your heart; if you did not know this already: something just is not right in your world. Do not ignore the feeling any longer. The longer you wait, the worse it is going to be. Pursue this. Maybe you will get the answers you are seeking. Just do not let things go. Confrontation is better than surrender. Push for the chance to seek out the truth."
The way that her name was stressed on the end of the unknown caller had Amora straightening up in her seat. Just who was this? How did they seem to know the internal conflict that she was dealing with? Her hand brought down the phone to stare at the screen of her device and all of a sudden the call was dropped. "Unknown caller" flashed on the screen and Amora felt the smallest chill wash over her. Immediately the realization that the voice on the other end sounded exactly like she normally did. Bringing up the call display Amora frantically hit the button that would redial the most recent caller before slamming the phone back to her ear. The recorded message of "this number has been disconnected" greeted her and Amora frowned before lowering the phone to her desk. There were too many questions now swirling around in her head.
Who had that been? Why did it sound like she had been talking to herself? Had it been a prank?
The answers just would not come to her. But the very quick conversation seemed to have lit a spark deep inside that maybe, just maybe it was finally time to have the discussion with Reed that needed to happen. She could not put it off any longer now, could she? Whomever that had been, whether real or not, it had given Amora the inner strength that she had sorely felt she was lacking to pursue the discussion that needed to be had. Now, she supposed, that she would have to wait until she could get Reed alone to herself without the chances of being overheard. How long would she have to wait for a moment like that to come along?
Picking up the sheet of paper from where it had landed on the floor Amora glanced over it before finding herself crumpling up the paper into a small wadded ball. There was nothing that comparing charts could help her out with any more. The time had come. The next outing that she had with Reed, in which they were truly alone together, would be the time that she was going to spring this important topic of discussion.
