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His phone played a Muddy Waters tune and he fished it from a pocket to glance at as he sat at an intersection. No number or name showed on the screen. He considered ignoring it while he was caught between deciding if he'd rather grab breakfast somewhere or just collapse into bed. It ceased, but started up again before he could repocket it. He pressed an image of an old-fashioned phone receiver and said, "Hello. Dr. Stantz speaking."
"Dr. Raymond Stantz?"
"Yes, sir. That would be me. How may I help you?"
Traffic began to move and he hated to be on the phone while he drove, but then he heard a siren and watched all the cars freeze, waiting for an emergency vehicle to make its way through the intersection.
"Dr. Stantz…my name is Dr. Harry Price."
"Hello, Dr. Price," he said, finally catching a glimpse of flashing lights.
"I understand…that you've been wanting to speak with me for quite a long time now."
"I…who? Did you say Harry Price?"
"I did."
"Harry Price. Dr. Harry Price. And what exactly is it that you do, Dr. Price?"
A pause, and then, "Well, I used to be an investigator something like yourself, seeking evidence of the paranormal and ways we could-"
"Ha-ha," said Ray and disconnected the call, dropping the phone onto the floor behind his seat. "Very funny, Amanda."