"Ring! Ring!" I heard something in my sleep and tossed. "Ring! Ring!" My dream bent. I thought the phone was ringing. Then I realised it 'was' ringing. Momentarily disoriented, I awoke and sat up in bed, reaching for the phone and yawning. I brought it to my ear and wondered briefly who might be calling me at this hour. Looking at my alarm clock, I realised it wasn't as early as I thought. I hoped it wasn't my ex-wife. "Um... hello?" "Jeremiah? Is that you?" "Ah, yeah. Who's this?" "It's Tanya Wilkinson, Sir. From ...um ...work." "Oh. Hello, Tanya. What a surprise. I mean, a nice surprise." "Can you talk, Sir? I'm sorry for calling so early." "Yes, I can talk. It's not that early, Tanya. I'm just still half asleep, that's all." "Yes, Sir. Sorry again, Sir." "It's alright, T

