Nikki, Clarissa and Thomas sat in the office, chatting. Presently, Nikki's phone rang.

"Hello?" She answered.

"It's you!" came the surprised, distant reply.

Nikki stood up and turned away from Clarissa and Thomas. "Of course it's me, Jack It's my bloody phone! And you called me, remember!"

"Oh yeah, I forgot!"

"What do you mean 'you forgot'?! Jack, what's the matter? Why are you being vague?"

"erm..." Jack trailed off.

Nikki waited pointedly, before pressing again. "Jack"

"erm...I'm...busy!" he eventually stated.

Nikki was even more confused. "You called me to tell me you're busy?!"

"Erm...no...I called you because..." He trailed off again.

"You've been cage-fighting and have received a blow to the head?" Nikki offered helpfully.

Jack sighed. "I don't know why I called you, ok?"

Nikki turned back around to face Clarissa and Thomas, who'd both been listening with keen interest. She shook her head at them in exasperation. "Jack, sometimes I really worry about your grasp on reality!"

"o-k!" came his reply. "I'm coming back to the office now." He hung up.

Nikki shook her head again and walked over to her desk. Maybe he had just wanted to hear her voice for some reason.

"What the hell was that all about?" Clarissa exclaimed.

Nikki rolled her eyes. "Your guess" She said, sitting down, "is as good as mine!"

*20 minutes later*

Jack wandered into the office. Clarissa and Nikki both looked up from their paperwork and Thomas came out of his own office. They all wanted an explanation. Jack didn't have one.

"You're going to have to do a really good job of convincing me you're ok after that phone call!" Nikki told him.

"I know" He replied. She waited patiently while he stared around the room, studying every detail. He eventually looked back at Nikki.

"I'm getting old?" He ventured.