(Disclaimer: Not. Mine. Really.)

(Note: This is a longer-than-normal drabble. There is no more to it. For those who might not know, Gwen was the first of John's wives and he claimed to still be in love with her, at one point.)

This is ridiculous. Beyond the point of ridiculous. Some might even classify it as insane. I shouldn't be doing this. We've both presumably moved on. I've attached myself to someone else.

It's absurd. I shouldn't be making this phone call. While Olivia wouldn't be overly jealous of this - she wouldn't feel threatened - it's still not something that feels right.

Three rings and I'm almost about to hang up, when a woman picks up. "Hello?"

I freeze, momentarily - I wasn't expecting her to pick up. "Gwen?"

"Who-? John?" The shock in her voice is evident. She probably thinks I'm drunk and desperate.

"Who else?"

She pauses - there's nothing but breathing on the end of the line for a moment and then responds with the customary: "How are you?" What else do you ask when an old ghost from the past calls?