[Ring ring, Henry. Just a casual, everyday call from someone with the tiiiiiny suspicion you might be dead. It never hurts to make sure, right?]

[After this conversation, Ema double checks the phone book - to make sure he really is there this time - before placing a call. She's got more than a few questions for you, Danny boy.]

 So, it's been a few days and there's still no sign of this Iceman. But the weather's warmed up considerably, and there's plenty of water around...

[There's a pause, and you can practically hear the gears grinding in her head.]

...you think he melted?

 Look, I don't know who decided to wreck S-Mart, and I don't care...

[There's a pause, followed by a loud shuffling as she tries to cradle the phone and dust the snow off of her clothes.]

...but you could have at least said something beforehand. Is a little warning too much to ask for? I practically swam through all that snow for nothing!

Where can I can get my hands on some ammunition around here? Not looking for anything illegal, just your standard .45 caliber bullets.

[For a few moments, there's nothing but the loud rustling of cellophane as someone wrestles with a bag on the other end. After a soft pop, a voice chimes in, fast and irritated.]

I want answers. See, I'm a detective -- right, guess you can't see the badge-- and I am extremely, extremely busy. I don't have time to play in your little ghost town. ( Read more... )