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[chesstotem]

This is Ariadne. Can't come to the phone right now, so leave a message!

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[notforthemoney]

Ariadne, I recommend you get a new message. This one sounds like a reject from Coronation Street. [Brief chuckle.] You can tell him I said that, if you like. When you have a minute, call me.

[Click.]

[chesstotem]

[It's only a couple of hours before she returns his call, because whatever Arthur wants to talk to her about, she knows she'll want to hear it.

She just hopes he picks up.]

[notforthemoney]

[It rings three times, then...]

Hello. You've reached my voice mail. If you've got this number, I probably know you. You know what you have to do.

[Beep.]

[chesstotem]

Damn. Uh, sorry I missed you earlier, I was in a meeting. Call me back.

[notforthemoney]

[Two hours later, he does, wondering if she'll be able to answer.]

[chesstotem]

[She actually picks up this time, though she sounds distracted, and like she didn't even check the number before answering.] Hello?

[notforthemoney]

[He tries not to sound concerned.] Ariadne. Got your message. Thanks for getting back to me.

[chesstotem]

Arthur, yeah, no problem. I was hoping we wouldn't spend days playing phone tag. Ugh... I can't find my exacto knife.

Anyway, what's up?

[notforthemoney]

Telephone tag happens. It's in the second drawer down on the right.

Just thought I'd see how you were doing.

[chesstotem]

It's... [There's a rustle, and then a sound of triumph. Clearly, she's found the offending implement.] I'm not even going to ask how you knew that.

Anyway, I'm, uh. Fine. Doing fine. Busy, with the new job. Of course, I don't get to pick any of my projects, so I'm stuck working on apartment complexes and hospital renovations... You really just called to ask how I'm doing?

[notforthemoney]

Just as well if you don't ask, no. [There's traffic in the background. Someone sounds a horn and yells at someone else in a language that might be recognizable as Italian.] I haven't been in touch lately and thought it was about time. [The yelling continues. Arthur sighs and it gradually becomes distant. He's walked to another part of the street.]

[chesstotem]

That's nice. [She keeps her voice neutral; no point telling him she misses him, misses the dreams, was hoping he'd have some kind of job offer...] I hope you're keeping busy? Where are you? Sounds like Roman carnival.

[notforthemoney]

Close. I'm in Rome. I'm keeping busy. So, what are you doing this weekend?

[chesstotem]

Oh, I don't have anything planned right now, unless you count laundry... [That was stupid, Ariadne, jesus. She bites her lip, glad Arthur can't see her - she's flushing a little.]

[notforthemoney]

I don't. Count laundry as being 'plans'. Is your passport up to date?

[chesstotem]

Of course. What did you have in mind?