"Hello, you've reached the Stark household. We cannot come to the phone now, but if you leave your name and number, we'll get back to you a soon as we can."

"Uhh, hello. This is Sandor, umm, Sandor Clegane. I'm Joffery's bodyguard. I'm just calling for Miss Sansa Stark; she left her backpack in the limo tonight, and I figured she'd probably want it back before the weekend's up. I'll just... try again later, I guess."

"Hey!"

"Hi!"

"This is Sansa!"

"And this is Shae!"

"We're currently busy-"

"Getting completely smashed!"

"Shae! Anyway, we can't bothered to answer our phone right now, so leave your digits, and we'll get back to you."

"Probably."

"Maybe."

"Unlikely!"

"Hey, little bird. I know you're probably glad to be rid of the little shit, but... Well, I was wondering if you'd want to get together some time. Maybe for coffee, or drinks, or something. I'd... I'd like to still see you."

"I'm not in. I'm actually out. You know what to do."

"I guess this is just how we're going to end up doing this now. Always missing each other."

"You've reached the more mature half of the Stark sisters. Neither of us are currently available, but if you leave your contact information, I'm sure one of us will give you a call back!"

"I've been dreaming about you, little bird... Dreaming about all the things I'd like to do to you. Do you know how glorious your breasts are, little bird? They're like perfect... breasts. You're perfect. I've always thought that. I love you."

"You've reached the more mature half of the Stark sisters. Neither of us are currently available, but if you leave your contact information, I'm sure one of us will give you a call back!"

"Ignore that message from last night. I was completely drunk."

"You've reached the residence of Sansa and Willas Tyrell. We are currently on our honeymoon, but we'll return your call as soon as we get home from our cruise."

"The wolf bitch told me the good news. Congrats, I guess."

"This is the home phone for the Tyrell's. At this time, we are unavailable. Most likely, we're taking Olenna to soccer, taking Ned to chess club, or bringing Kenly to one of her many doctor appointments. We're sorry for the inconvenience, but if you give us the usual information, we'll certainly get back to you."

"Hard to believe you've got three babes already, and another on the way. Seems like just last week I was ripping Joffery off of you as the bastard tried to rape you. I... probably shouldn't have said that on your family's answering machine... I just wanted to tell you that... Well, I'm not doing very well, little bird. Don't know why I thought you'd care, but maybe you do."

"This is the Tyrell house. Neither Willas or I can currently come to the phone; we aren't moving as fast as we once did. But, if you leave your name, number, and a short message, we'll be sure to get ahold of you."

"Little bird... I just... wanted to hear... your voice... once more... I always... loved you... Sansa... Goodbye..."

"Hello?"

"Is this Mrs. Sansa Tyrell?"

"This is she."

"Hi. I'm calling from Quiet Isle's Nursing Home. We have you listed down as the next of kin for one Sandor Clegane. Mr. Clegane passed away a few hours ago, and we are contacting you to inquire as to how you would like to proceed with the funeral plans."

"My lord..."

"If you would like, we could give you our address so you can come and see Mr. Clegane's body prior to transport. It might make the planning slightly easier."

"Yes... Yes, I'd like to see him one last time..."

A.N.

I'm not even sure where this idea came from, just that I really liked it.

As always, this is not beta-d, so if you see any errors, please tell me!