"Tara? Tara! Are you there? Are you alright?"

"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine Will."

A sigh flowed through the telephone wire and into Tara's ear, "Thank the Goddess, I thought you were hurt, you sound hurt, are you hurt?"

"No, I'm fine."

"Uh, okay, I called because it's Dawn's birthday next week. Are you coming?"

"What! Coming? Oh! Yeah. Sorry, I- my mind was elsewhere."

"In the gutter?"

"."

"So you're coming, to the party?"

"Sure, tell her I'll be there."

"Okay."

An awkward silence passed over the line.

"I miss you, Tare."

".Just tell her I'll be there."

"."

"Bye." Tara hung up the phone and flopped back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling.