An idea came to me so I ran with it. I ran far away with it. And I dropped that idea right here. I hope you like my idea.

I own nothing but the plot line. The Almighty Larson owns the rest.

Angel and Collins sat on the couch watching the small t.v. they purchased the previous week. Since Angel had picked the channel while Collins was out of the room, the anarchist had no idea what they were watching. He picked up that it was a romantic movie very quickly, but other than that, he was lost. His arm was wrapped around his lover's shoulders just like the man's was around his girlfriend on the movie. He smiled and kissed the top of Angel's head. A few moments later, Angel's hand was on his thigh and she was snuggling up to him.

"Honey, are we like them?" she asked, her eyes glued to the t.v. The man on the movie was holding his girlfriend up by her waist and spinning around with her.

"A little," Collins replied, wrapping his other arm around his lover. "I think we may be just a bit happier." Angel giggled and was suddenly out of Collins' arms and standing up. "Where ya goin', baby?"

"I have to pee, sweetheart," Angel told Collins. "Tell me what I missed when I get back."

"I will," Collins promised, chuckling. He watched Angel leave the room. He'd been watching the movie alone for about two minutes before the phone rang. Silently deciding to let the answering machine take the call, he continued to watch the movie. The answering machine beeped.

"Hi!" Angel's voice came from the machine. "You've reached Angel and Collins."

"The happiest couple in all the world!" Collins' voice interjected.

"We can't come to the phone right now-" Angel's voice continued.

"We're probably in the bedroom!" Collins' voice interjected again.

"Honey!" Angel's voice shrieked as she started giggling. "Leave a message along with your name or number and we'll get back to you as soon as we-"

"Get finished in the bedroom!" Collins' voice interrupted.

"Collins!" Angel's voice exclaimed. The answering machine beeped loudly as Collins chuckled at their mess of an outgoing message.

"Tom?" a male voice came from the machine. Collins' attention immediately went from the t.v. to the answering machine and he stood up quickly. It was the voice of his brother, James. He hadn't heard that voice in years, but he still knew it all too well. "Tom, it's me. I've been callin' around tryin' to find you for three days. Why are you hiding?" Collins stared at the machine in silence. "Look . . . Ma's in the hospital again. She's real sick, Tom . . . the cancer's back." Collins winced, but stayed in the spot he was in unaware that Angel had returned to the living room. "She's in so much pain and she really wants to see both of us before she . . . just call me back. Please, Tom. You owe it to her."

The answering machine beeped again as Collins closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Who called?" Angel asked. Collins turned to see Angel walking toward him.

"Wrong number," Collins replied, sitting back down on the couch. He patted the spot next to him. "Come sit. I'll tell you what you missed." Angel slowly sat down next to Collins, keeping her eyes on the answering machine.

"Did they say who they were?" she asked.

"Who?"

"The person who called."

"Don't worry about it, Ang." Angel nodded and continued to stare at the answering machine as Collins told her what happened in the three minutes of the movie she had missed. She barely heard a word of it over the voice in her head nagging her to ask Collins questions about the mysterious caller until he answered at least one. Despite wanting to listen to the voice, she remained silent.

And her silence was magnified by the blinking red light on the answering machine.

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