Gillian is woken by the sound of her phone ringing.

Her fingers fumble drowsily around the bedside table searching for the phone.

"Hello?" She answers.

Suprise flashes across her face as she recognizes the voice on the other end.

"Alec. It's three in the morning. Why are you calling me?"

"I can call you any damn time I want to." He growls. "I don't care what the state says; you're my wife. I own you. Remember that, you're mine.."

Alec hangs up suddenly, without another word.

Gillian lowers the phone from her ear, her hands shaking.

He must have been drunk or high, or both.

But then she should have detected something; a slurring of his words, maybe.

But he'd sounded crystal clear, and alert.

She shakes her head. This is probably only a dream anyway...